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Head in the Clouds: The Perfect Petpet Pt. 6

Watch your tone, kid.

by yoshisislandbandit
Lame Pun Presents: Holiday Hijinks part 11

All I want is a white weewoo.

by blackaavar
A Very Merry Telethon (3 of 4)

What?! We're hosting a telethon?

Also by tmarks

by izzywizard

A Golden Appletunity - Part 2

You forgot a small detail.

by eugenie247
Cavities: Tree Wars: Part Two

Electrifying!

by thegoddesofxweetok1
Dad Knows Best

What do you mean this can't be repaired?

by wiiwario112
#LDN - Christmas Special

The Nightmare Before Christmas, AKA: Lord Dark Noirgus

by gorubeza
Neopet suggestions that make you go o_O

Maybe you should be studying intelligence instead...

Also by yellowsugardog

by mzkimmi

Kadoatie Logic

... the meaning is only theirs

by janderson_lee
Think Again...

Happy Holiday!

Also by dragondancer007

by zombifies

About Active Pets

In which certain Halloween pets are discovered to be less advantageous than others

by _quartervirus_
Reflection

Doesn't look a thing like me...

by o_babypet4me_o
Observation while doing dailies...

King Hagan Edition

by marcthegr8est1
Grumpy Baby Kyrii

Happy holidays everyone!

by alloways
 
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"Heroes" by iswimmings
The storm is approaching. It is wild, reckless, paying no regard to the world it ravages. Ripping the shingles from the roofs of shops, and flooding the muddy pathways out to the square. It makes its way towards the homes and the village where they hide. It roars at them, bellows its defiance and rage to innocent ears. It doesn't care what it has to ruin before they are in its clutches. It yearns to punish the villagers, and to make them feel its indescribable pain. She is holding her baby in her arms, the black cloak falling around her lithe figure and her soft white fur. The Usul smiles, as he gurgles and laughs unintelligibly at her. He is oblivious to the noise, to the wreckage and the danger. His green eyes are bright with their newness--he was born only five weeks ago. Freak accidents happen--the mother knows that. But she also knows that she has to keep her baby safe, so he might have a better life than one cut short in the mouth of a howling hurricane.




Other Stories


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Feeling Like Christmas
Although Emmett was a Halloween Kyrii, Christmas was his favorite holiday. Halloween was a close second, of course, but Emmett still found himself looking forward to Christmas more than anything else. He loved the big holiday dinners, daily trips to Terror Mountain to visit the Advent Calendar, and of course, opening presents with his sisters and brother on Christmas morning.

by scubadove

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Organic Mystery
In his single bedroom apartment, Mason, a green Hissi, stared at his computer screen with blank eyes and a blank mind. Monomers, polymers, Neomers, achiral, epoxides, esters, hydration, elimination reactions. Every word his eyes glanced over ran together, creating a gross and complex mess of words inside his head. These terms had been familiar with him days and weeks ago, but now they meant nothing.

by paisleymw

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Nerkmid Type and the Alien Vending Machine
In this realm of conflicting information, I was curious to see the true statistical basis of these opinions. Thus, I ran my own data collection on the Nerkmid prizes.

by lithoxide

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What Your Favorite Pet Species Says About You
Have you ever wondered if there's a special reason why you can't get enough of a certain pet species? If you're just crazy for collecting every single Quiggle item on the site, or if there's a hidden method for your madness? Our favorite things are often a representation of ourselves and our personality. Find out what your favorite Neopet species is saying about you!

by pikachewz

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One Way Out: Part One
It doesn’t tell you directions; at least not in the conventional sense. Instead of telling you which way you are headed, it tells you where you need to go. That needle points to whatever it is in the world that you need or desire most. If you follow it, then you can find everything you need,” he took it back in his paw and polished it. “For some reason, this thing has been pointing me towards Terror Mountain. Towards you.

by the_wingless_unknown

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Of Silence: a Home for the Holidays: Part Two
This might just be the worst idea that Kanrik has ever had. Scaling the side of a mansion? Not a problem. Doing it in the dead of night? Child’s play. The fact that the mansion in question may or may not belong to the most notorious and feared assassin in the entirety of Neopia’s medieval realms — perhaps even the entirety of the planet as a whole? Well...

by theschizophrenicpunk



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