The Golden Guitar of Silver Strings: Part One Tabatha crept across the crisped floor and winced
as she stepped on a burned piece of wood. She gently pulled the chip of wood
from her fragile paw and found a tiny piece of paper stuck to the back...
A Chaotic Vacation: Part One My prankster's
intuition was telling me something was up. Or maybe there was just something
in the air. Whatever it was, the feeling subsided some as twilight fell...
Magic or Mud? I always wonder about new "junk" items that flood neopia. Are they
really just a worthless item, a piece of junk? Should I collect 1000 of them,
or should I sell off as many as I can and avoid them like the plague?
The Woes of Being a Mail-Ixi I was Wishing Well Drive's Mail-Ixi, a position
I quite loathed. Walking around the perfect houses delivering mail was not what
I called an ideal job...
