Preparing Neopia for the Meepits |
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Issue: 374 | 9th day of Sleeping, Y11 |
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Short Stories
 | How the Breadmaster Came to BeEata loafa breada day!
by chat_adik |  | Strawberry BlondeThe red Gelert, named Oreo123131, had no idea what to do. It had been a year since Landen, her owner, had vanished without warning.
by hmlanden |  | The Tale of TrueshotRayn Trueshot stood a few meters away, firing endless arrows at the target, and keeping Delwood awake with the sound.
by teddybearofdeath |  | Leaving the CocolosHe wrote the lyrics for every Cocolos song. He was especially proud of his latest piece, "Juppie Clouds."
by tikisplat |  | My Little Sister"What if no one cared about how they were perceived by others?"
by sheyda_sheyda |  | A Tail of Two KrawksHe spoke only four words, but it had sent his friend into complete and total shock. Those words? "Let's bug Jhudora today."
by o_liveandlearn_o |  | From WithinThe school that I go to stands out because it's red and it's at the top of a little hill. It's nice to be able to see it from a bit of a distance, because you'd never get lost on the way there.
Also by grapesourhorse
by chirigami |  | The Misadventures of Yaru"I seem to recall telling you to clean your room." He could tell by the tone of her voice that she was furious.
by sir_serene |  | A Push in the Right DirectionI was standing on the peak of Terror Mountain, clutching my ski poles as hard as I could...
by yaruuna813 |  | A Lonely KikoNobody stopped to greet him. Nobody stopped to ask who he was. Nobody stopped to find out why he was there. They were not even aware of his presence.
by mudkippikdum |  | My Special Round NotebookShe said it was good to write down what you feel about things, because then you don't get as angry or scared because it's like talking to a very best friend...
by paperhippo |  | Haunted Resolutions"So," Sam greeted Jo brightly. "What's your New Year's resolution?"
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Headlines "A Lonely Kiko" by mudkippikdum There was a blinding flash of light in front of his eyes and he shut them tightly. When he opened them, his flippers were gone. Or that was what he thought at first. He flexed his claws and could feel them moving. So why was he unable to see them? The answer must have been that somehow...
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Thing: Part One Sango rolled onto her stomach on the couch, pressing a pillow to her head to block out the deafening noise coming from upstairs...
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