"Three Red Roses, Times a Hundred" by silent_snow Roxton put down his book, Wonderful World of Gardening, just before it disappeared in a puff of purple smoke, and smirked. He was ready. He had been planning his next brilliantly wonderful feat for at least a few days now, which was a rather long period of time for him...
The Three Hundredth Weewoo First off: how to disarm the alarm. The quandary itself should have been theoretically impossible; alarms existed for this very purpose...
The History of the Neopian Times Back in the day, Issue 4 old, the original slogan of the Neopian Times was For an easier life. Hey, that sounds really nice...
The End of the Rainbow: Part Four "Don't tell me, tell Joy." Mossiku laughed, pointing to his owner. His owner. Had he really just referred to her as that?
The Disappearance of the Heiress: Part Two She had been here only two days, but that was still sufficient time to muse over the most ridiculous mistake of her life. Despite the rough Zoltan and the sneering Ymer, she wasn't afraid ...