"Paper Butterflies" by ralph89170 He pins the Neopian Times on his wall, frames and hangs them like butterflies. They are dusted every day, and the pages still smell of that lovely, fresh, new book smell. If anyone were to open the pages, they would crackle...
The Messenger: Part One Rasala stared out her window, her head in her paws as she peered through the glass. Outside, the sun shone bright in the Mystery Island sky.