"La Desperada" by baltogirl62791 A stale wind was blowing through the gnarled trees of the Spooky Woods. It was a grey, dreary cloudy day as usual. Broo sighed once more. Living in this kind of neighborhood didn't help their dim outlook. He flopped down under a tree, wrapped his arms tightly around his knees and sobbed. Everything seemed utterly hopeless. An acorn bounced off his head...
In, Through, and By Brotherhood I got your letter. So, how's life hacking your way through wild Lupes, Bearogs and Aishas and staying alive along the way?
WARNING: Grey Day - Do Not Smile! Neopia celebrates this event in a wonderfully woeful style each year, and this year won't be an exception. But what can you do on this drab and dreary day? Will there even be enough time in your hectic schedule to fit all the sorrowful activities in?
Legacy Of A Nose: Part Two I started to relate what had happened over the past few weeks. It took a while as I was sneezing quite a bit. Doctor Telhah took notes on his clipboard...
Spheres of Influence: Part Six "Slate! Come back here! Where are you going?" Drake called. Slate didn't answer, but kept on going. He needed to find out where this pet was going before he lost track of him in the storm...