Week - 653
The Story of a Plushie by reiqua |
Description: My name is Meta... or it used to be. I haven't had a name for a long time now. |
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Week - 664
"Was Coltzan a Good King?" by reiqua |
Description: "My lord," repeated the breathless Shoyru. "It's a Monocerous. Near the west gate. I came as fast as I could." |
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Week - 666
The Poking Stick by reiqua |
Description: There are some days you never forget. For Morshiil, the day when her brother poked Ylana Skyfire with a stick was definitely on that list. |
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Week - 668
The Other University by reiqua |
Description: For a moment, Gyro forgot to breathe. He stared at the parchment envelope in awe. He had been waiting for this letter for weeks. |
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Week - 669
Without a Care in the World by reiqua |
Description: "You know, Thomas," she said, "growing up is an adventure. And I wouldn't want to miss it for anything." |
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Week - 723
How to say "Ugga" by reiqua |
Description: No, no, you're saying it wrong! It's further back in your mouth. Now make a trill back there. No, no, no – it's like a rolled 'r', but more of a rolled 'g'. Yes, I think you got it! Now try and put that sound back into the word “Ugga”... Nope, that wasn't right either. Never mind, keep trying! |
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Week - 724
Sutek's Ancient Tomb by reiqua |
Description: “Nooo, Sarina!” Torin called desperately. His friend teetered precariously on the brink of the pit. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of air. But it was futile really. She fell all the same. |
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Week - 725
Eye of the Crokabek: Part One by reiqua |
Description: Tim stepped out of the dark tunnel. The reddish glow of Moltara city greeted his eyes. As usual, there was a hum of whirring and puffing machinery. The city was alive with 'pets going about their daily business. And yet, something seemed different today. |
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Week - 727
Eye of the Crokabek: Part Two by reiqua |
Description: Tim gulped as he scrambled through the tunnels of Moltara on his way back to the surface. No wonder everyone was too frightened to talk about it. But what could one Yurble like Tim do against the might of the Sway? |
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Week - 728
Eye of the Crokabek: Part Three by reiqua |
Description: The guards were clearly members of the Sway. Even if they hadn't been attired with coattails and fob watches, the Crokabek perched on the shoulder of one would've given them away. |
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Week - 729
Eye of the Crokabek: Part Four by reiqua |
Description: “So... what's happened to Cog?” he asked. Stella gave him a weary look. “It's a long story,” she told him, “and... I haven't been sleeping well lately. Mind if I make a cup of Borovan first?” |
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Week - 730
Eye of the Crokabek: Part Five by reiqua |
Description: The next day dawned bright and clear. Not that that made any difference to anyone living in Moltara, of course. |
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Week - 731
Eye of the Crokabek: Part Six by reiqua |
Description: Mayor Dilbert stood proud and tall between Doug and Bob, the two brutes. He looked about as dignified as it is possible to look while being held captive by a pair of hulking Skeiths. |
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Week - 726
Evil? by reiqua |
Description: “What's going on here?” she asked a tall Red Kyrii nearby her. “TNT have just put up a notice,” he told her, “about the portals that have been appearing. Some people think it's a plot.” |
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Week - 732
My Wandering Lady – A Faerie Tale by reiqua |
Description: A large fire burned in the gypsy camp tonight. Around it sat a ring of Neopets. Not gypsies, these. No, they were Meridell locals who had come from all the lands 'round about. For tonight was a special night. Tonight, the Teller of Tales would tell the story of the Wandering Lady. |
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Week - 734
The Sounds of Tyrannian by reiqua |
Description: Every spoken language uses a set of sounds. But the set of sounds are actually different for each language! Tyrannian is no exception. This article should give you a thorough grounding in the sounds you use to speak Tyrannian, in four simple lessons. So if you're ready, let's begin! |
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Week - 738
Dreaming by reiqua |
Description: “Ooh - Shiny!” Alisia pounced excitedly on the glinting object beside the footpath that had caught her eye. When she straightened up she was holding a bottle of blue sand. |
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