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Issue: 584 | 1st day of Running, Y15 |
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The Snowager's Heart
by peronalodis | | Description: His heart was cold, and frozen. It was literally made from ice. He wondered then if that meant he didn't really feel like others did... |
| Week - 573
Life Is an Adventure, and So Is the Transfer Room
by peronalodis | | Description: My name is Adaline, and I'm a transfer pet. Which means every home I've ever had only kept me for as long as they had too before sending me away for a better pet, or their "dreamy" as I've heard them called. |
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Keep Out! It's Best You Don't Know Why
by peronalodis | | Description: There is one place that is near completely ignored, even feared by some: a small island just off the coast of Krawk Island, where the only distinguishable thing is a huge black sign held up by bones, with the words "Keep Out" written on it... |
| Week - 575
What's Santa Claws?
by peronalodis | | Description: "Santa's a robot." |
| Week - 579
Beyond the Pages: Part One
by peronalodis | | Description: "I wish I could be in the Neopian Times," Sharllette said to herself, reading the latest issue with a wistful smile planted on her face. |
| Week - 580
Beyond the Pages: Part Two
by peronalodis | | Description: Sharllette stopped moving and glared at him. "It was YOUR idea to write a story for the Neopian Times! Just because you're SO obsessed with being famous." |
| Week - 584
My First Time On a Plot
by peronalodis | | Description: Dear neopets: Never trust your owners. They can easily forget their promises. |
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 Mysteries of Neopia
Today, I – Terroryse, Faerie Krawk – and my faithful Reptillior, Nagini, shall aim to highlight the more absurd of these questions in the hope an answer can be found.
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 The Mysteries of Mr. Cuddles: Part Four
Katrina didn't know how long she knelt there in the cold, the foul mud of the Haunted Woods soaking through the legs of her pants. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to have to decide what to do next.
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