|Enter the Snowflake's lair...
||Issue: 270 | 15th day of Celebrating, Y8
|LovedAmayli could feel Ronni's violet eyes boring
into her, analyzing her as an assistant and roommate. She didn't care. She found
difficulty caring about anything anymore. Whether Ronni liked her or not, it
was all biscuits to her...|
|Digging"Stripes, you see, has been
sneaking out every night to do something suspicious, and none of my traps have
ever stopped or snagged him in his process. And you add it on to the fact that
he always brings that shovel with him..."|
|Victory IncompleteIt's hard to roar when you weigh
about as much as the average bag of flour. It worked anyway. The faerie Acara screamed and
|Sweet Story, Sweet DreamsFinally, over the resounding hubbub, with all the
strength of my voice, I inquired very loudly, "WHO WANTS TO HEAR A BEDTIME STORY?!?!" |
|The Dancer's ScarfAfter Mage had seen me dancing once, she had told me how much fun
it looked like and admitted how much she would love to learn how to dance. I
had suggested that she learned to dance, which had really seemed to take her
|Witchcraft and the Problem with MouldMr. Mouldy wasn't the adventurous type. In fact, he would
rather sit in some poor Neopian's inventory eating chips than be out on an adventure...|
|Neopia Central's Darkest Day"Salem! I need you to--for the love of White Weewoos,
what are you DOING?" |
|A Thousand MilesRuff arf?|
|Just One Little QuestionWhen she was done, it vanished, just as all Neopian books do. The
Shoyru stood up. Suddenly a thought hit her. Why do books vanish when you
read them? |
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"Witchcraft and the Problem with Mould" by 74_countrychick_74
Mr. Mouldy wasn't the adventurous type. In fact, he would rather sit in some poor Neopian's inventory eating chips than be out on an adventure. Inventory, you say? Well, yes. Mr. Mouldy is a mouldy potato. One day, 74_Witchcraft_74 the blue Uni was patiently waiting...
|The Hoarders: Part Two|
Garbage littered the road, and the tiny houses were rotting away, the doors
swinging from one hinge. "What is this place?" she asked her silent companion.
"Is it, like a ghost street or something? Has it been abandoned?"