|Where there's a Weewoo, there's a way
||Issue: 568 | 26th day of Collecting, Y14
|An Eerie GiftTheodore wrapped his bulky claws around the small, smooth pebble in his pocket...|
|Spells, Flames, Illusions"There's no such thing as ghosts! Why, I went to that graveyard outside of town and I certainly didn't see any ghosts."|
|Mr. CuddlesKatrina asked, not liking the cold feeling at the pit of her stomach, "What in Neopia would scare a Meepit?"|
|JudgmentNever in my life had I imagined I would ever become friends with Jaqueline the desert Xweetok.|
|I, Von RooThelonius made his way down the old, unkempt path to Castle Von Roo. He carried with him a lantern, for night had taken the sky...|
|Halloween Heroism (sort of)But there is one street that remains dark and silent - maybe even more so than on normal days. |
|An Apple a DayPlaying cards are rotten for building. I was sitting at my desk, calmly building a house of cards, when one little knock on the door was enough to make the whole thing come tumbling down. |
|The ForgottenThe rolling hills leading into Brightvale were a very welcome sight. Theolounious Scrivenger paused to settle his hat...|
|The Mansion"I'm Coleston," he says as he takes a seat in a large winged-back chair, "Welcome to my home." He smiles, showing off every one of his sharp white teeth. |
|A Cautionary TailBe careful what you wish for!|
|Senhal's Spooky NeoQuest StoryPystry the Mutant Hissi stoked the campfire. With a loud pop and a crack the flames leapt up, briefly illuminating the happy faces of the shivering young campers.|
|The Draik in Black"Oh my, what scary costumes you two are wearing!"|
|The Rainy Night Tale"Roll the dice already!" Lolly yelled, slamming her faerie Lupe paw impatiently on the ground. |
|The Night of the Brain Tree Fruit"Fruit! Brain Tree Fruit! Come buy some delicious fruit!"|
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"An Apple a Day" by teaspill
"Sure," I said, "come on in, take a seat. What's the trouble?" She went to a big, cushy red chair that I kept in front of my desk, crossing her legs as she sat. Her hoof bobbed as she spoke, her manner halting and nervous. "Maybe nothing," she said. "I mean, I think something's going on, but I could just be crazy." She bit her lip; her tusks weaved through the air as she shook her head. This was one rattled Moehog. "Just tell me the whole story," I said. And she did...
|Investigating: Malkus Vile|
First of all, we looked into Malkus Vile's species. According to the card, he is a green Skeith, wearing a fedora. My detective team looked into all possible conclusions.
Operation T.R.E.K. Part 9. Strangely, that choice of words does NOT make the food any more appetizing.