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Week - 166
The Outcasts
by lemmykoopa300 | | Description:
There wasn't any tables left to sit at, and I decided to give the outcast table
a shot. |
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Oliver's Overture
by lemmykoopa300 | | Description: "Class! Come on, listen! The annual Compose-a-song-a-thon will be taking
place starting this week! The winner will have their song played in the winter
concert. I will be looking forward to all of your submissions." |
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Dear Mrs. Cleaver
by lemmykoopa300 | | Description: I didn't want to give Mrs. Cleaver, my teacher, just any old thing. I wanted
something special. One problem there was I didn't know what... |
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Neopian Writers United Inc.
by lemmykoopa300 | | Description: "The new writing contest down at the Catacombs sounds like fun.
We could give that a shot." |
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How My Best Friend And I Saved Neopia
by lemmykoopa300 | | Description: Imagine this: you and your best friend are trapped in the
lair of a beast. A beast so vile, so cruel, that even its own petpet despises it. Now listen to this. That's what Miles and I went through. No kidding! |
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 The Fate of the Futon
It was a policy in the store that nothing had
a price tag. Apparently no customer had realized that this policy was made for
the sole purpose that Sam or his employer Max could make up any price they wanted
on the spot, depending on how gullible the customer looked...
by syprodrgon2 |
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 The Pianist's Quandary: Part One
The light of Kreludor, shining brightly in the dark
sky, fell in through his windows and draped his room with an eerie grey light.
In the distance, he could hear a piano playing. Its song was solemn...
by micrody |
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 The Peophin Incident: Part Six
"No matter. We're nearing the end of our little
treasure hunt, one way or another," Teirryn responded, gulping from his water
bottle. "We either succeed, or we die trying..."
by kyrinn |
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