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 | Maeryc and the Wishing Star: Part OneWooden cutlasses clashed. Heavy boots stomped through the late spring snow of Terror Mountain. Captain Fearless, the most notorious seven-year-old pirate in the world, was engaged in a raging battle against his arch nemesis, the dreaded Captain Red Head.
by dewdropzz |  | My Brother Tobin: Part OneMy brother Tobin was born on Kreludor. He's not really part of my family, a white weewoo dropped him off on our front porch with the Neopian Times one day. At least, that's the story I tell all my friends, the ones who ask why Tobin is so... weird.
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"A Gentleman's Diary" by christin57
I'm a Baby Gelert of integrity, grace, intelligence, and elegance. My motto is, "When in doubt, pinky out." I can distinguish between types of tea based on taste alone, and Gourmet Food is the only food suited to my sensitive palate. In short, I am a pup of high society...
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Incubus moved briskly through the snow. It was the month of Awakening and the yellow Lupe was six moons old. He was now old enough to travel in his pack's territory on the Endless Plains alone.
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 A Bruce with a Contract
The Bruce sat in the darkest corner, of the darkest inn Mystery Island had to offer. The air was stifling. Being a Bruce, he was more suited for the cooler climate of Terror Mountain, but he always went to wherever his contracts sent him.
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