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Clones

She also lacks a White Weewoo on her head. Mostly because I'm a miser.

Also by priscent

by msjanny

Poogles & Giggles #3

It all depends on how you see it.

by lizzbear_
Impossible Dreams!

Keep on dreaming.

Also by susy_ti

by sppyder2

Avatar Problems: Snowager - RAWR!!!

Snowager is a light sleeper...

by khakio_21
Doc's Odyssey Part 2 - Neopia Central? Brightvale?

A story of a scientist trying to get to a pitch meeting...

Written by Homsar_Eggplant

Drawn by Fhujmasterofhedgehog

by fhujmasterofhedgehog

Avatar Error

Nooooo!

Idea by: krispykritter6

Art by: dutchese159

by krispykritter6

The Dark Faerie - Toy Obsessed?

What does she do with all those toys?

Idea by conveyance.

Artwork by bittersweet52.

Also by hermionie278.

by conveyance

The Neovian Dream #1

The summer camp life...

by katniss_66
I'm Helping!

Do you love Yooyuball? I love Yooyuball.

by neo111186
The Goofers - Scare

Guaranteed to scare

by lintsuf
Raisin Chias?

Fruit Chia Travel Tips

by horse_lovee
The Three Stages of AC

Let's face it, we all go through them.

by new_perspective
The Model

They will never fall for this...

by hikariyugi_yamiatemu
The Lineup

Really?

Idea by yellowpagebeatdown

by chylaira

Trouble in Paradise: Eavesdropping

Why are you just standing there, Multoque? Run!!

by chasing_stars44
The Gift of Summer

It's the thought that counts...right?

Also by 987654321_hj

by sugarycupcakes

Kad Dramas

Can I get a refund?

by khanhm666
 
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"Snow Faerie's Vacation" by sassyxsandra
A slender index finger adorned with bright blue nail polish traced over a map of Neopia. Faerieland, Haunted Woods, Lost Desert, Krawk Island, the different lands seemed to jumble together in an indiscriminate manner in the mind. The owner of the index finger was none other than Taelia, the most well known Snow Faerie in all of Neopia. Her cold gaze fixed upon the giant map that took up the entirety of her desk. It was an odd sight, if anyone had been around to actually see it.




Other Stories


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Hannah and The Faerie Caverns
What a great adventure!

Also by: o_babypet4me_o

by sky_lady


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Difficulties: Adventures in Moving
A Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it?

by peridotsu

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The Ten Best Greeting Cards to Send to a Neofriend
It’s Year 17; simple thank you cards and get well soon cards are so overdone. You don’t want to be just like everyone else, do you? If you’d rather appear unique and be the most hilarious and witty and desirable and generous neofriend a kacheek could ever beg for, you’ll need to send the most inspired and amazing greeting cards to flaunt your brilliance.

by 20003425

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Interview with the Swamp Ghoul
Hi there! Miss April here with your next dose of hard hitting journalism based on the exotic lands of Neopia, this time our story brings us to the Haunted Woods. We all know it, we all love it, but are there creatures who could potentially harm you? We say yes. I'm writing about a creature known to many as the Swamp Ghoul.

by aprildewdrops

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The Fire Within: Part Eight
Yardly returned to the Font alone, though Marbelle and her soldiers were waiting, hidden, in the tunnels beyond. Waiting for Yardly's signal. Waiting to storm their birthplace. The plan was simple. Yardly would go in and eliminate Igneot. Then he would signal the others to follow. It was a ludicrously stupid plan, of course, and Yardly knew this.

by herdygerdy

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The Door Closes: Part Seven
A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe.

Art by ellbot1998

by ellbot1998




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