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Issue: 425 | 8th day of Sleeping, Y12 |
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Short Stories
 | ClimbHis paws ached. They had been right, all of them. Gnorbu were not built for climbing mountains.
by punkinunk |  | The Flavour of ThunderRufe loved how the air tasted when a really serious storm was brewing. It tasted like burnt popcorn – of excitement, and freedom, and the wild abandon of thunder rolling over the skies.
by mubris |  | Family Fun Fridays Not So Much Fun"Have any of you guys seen my purse?" she asked as she threw all the pillows off the couch.
by kittybutterscotch |  | Revenge of the Meepits"A trip? Indeed? But where to, my good Meepit?"
by bearhollow |  | The History of BackgroundsPete the green Kyrii settled down on the hill looking up on the Altador shores. He unfolded his easel and chose some paint colors.
by danielleplicka |  | Project: Gnomebuster Rescue"We've eliminated the gnome threat in Brightvale," Truth said over the radio. "We're headed back to base with the captured gnomes."
by pokemaster_ultimate |  | Pirate LettersHannah,
I'm not sure if you remember me. You used to play with me and Jacques on Krawk Island.
by jdb1984 |  | A Slorgy TaleOnce upon an obscure time in an equally obscure land far away was an obscure kingdom called Slorgland.
by o_liveandlearn_o |  | Turmaculus MemoriesIn a hidden glade, deep in the forests of Meridell, the large Turmaculus sleeps. Time moves soundlessly, nights into days and minutes into years...
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by ginny_invisible |  | A Glimpse of MineIt's that time of week again. The morning of a Saturday, the weekend, I am very glad to say.
by farah_fadam |  | In the Neopian PoundShe huddled in the corner of her cage (and it was a cage, albeit a comfortable one, no matter what anyone said), barely even glancing at the crowds of people making their way through the corridor outside.
by pokewomon |
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Headlines "The Puzzling Voyage to Geraptiku" by stingjc Scrap awoke to the gentle swaying of the pirate ship he had hidden aboard. The previous night was a blur to the young Gnorbu. He remembered it had been storming, and he had hidden himself among a group of crates which seemed to be carrying hay. He remembered...
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