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Week - 809
Winter's Wings
by cruthmac | | Description: It was a cold day in Neopia Central, or so Winter supposed. The shops were decorated with a thin dusting of snow that only grew larger as more flakes continued falling. |
| Week - 812
The Magma Mission
by cruthmac | | Description: Max had always felt a little different from the rest of his siblings. Not very useful, even... |
| Week - 815
Standing Out and Fitting In
by cruthmac | | Description: It was early morning in Terror Mountain, and snow was falling, as it so often did. It coated the already snow-covered landscape in a thicker white cloak, obscuring the view of anything else in sight. |
| Week - 845
Have an Ice Halloween!
by cruthmac | | Description: It was Halloween on Terror Mountain. Well, it was Halloween everywhere, of course, but the point is, our story begins on Terror Mountain. Snow-covered jack-o-lanterns were displayed outside each house, and all the trick-or-treaters were trying to figure out how to make their costumes look good over warm coats and hats. |
| Week - 850
Of Weewoos and Potatoes
by cruthmac | | Description: Inspiration had deserted me completely. I was supposed to be writing, but for the last five minutes I had just been absent-mindedly tapping on my desk with a pencil, staring at a blank page. This story for the 850th issue of the Neopian Times wasn't going to write itself, but at this rate, it seemed that I wasn't going to write it, either. |
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 The Weewoo who found his name
One fateful morning, as the sun rose over Krawk Island and the flocks of parakeet and pawkeets started their cacophony of daily songs, each one clamouring to be louder their neighbours, a small Weewoo gently stirred from his sleep.
by smilingpony |
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 Of Weewoos and Potatoes
Inspiration had deserted me completely. I was supposed to be writing, but for the last five minutes I had just been absent-mindedly tapping on my desk with a pencil, staring at a blank page. This story for the 850th issue of the Neopian Times wasn't going to write itself, but at this rate, it seemed that I wasn't going to write it, either.
by cruthmac |
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