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The Model
by hikariyugi_yamiatemu
Description: They will never fall for this...

Week - 700

The Struggles for an Avatar
by hikariyugi_yamiatemu
Description: I hope it pays off...

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On The Revolution of Heavenly Spears: Part One
Normally, after Ryshu the Nimmo entered the school’s wooden doors half an hour before the official opening time, he would meditate privately in the tranquillity of dawn, closing his eyes and slowly taking in the fresh breezes that rolled in through the window, pausing every so often to change his current position. As an instructor, this was something expected of him; appreciating silence, after all, did help boost one’s endurance.

by sampleneopian

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The Warrior Princss: The Coronation: Part Five
Terrence grimaced and continued.” Mara is my step-mom. She was always very kind and caring to us. Stephanie and I got along okay and we were a happy family. My dad never saw her betrayal coming, but I suspected something was up when she began to act in a strange manner. She became jumpy and nervous..."

by purplbrooke

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Jhudora's Revenge
Come on now, you know me better than that.

by mazaii_3

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Friday: Burnout
It was a particularly windy Friday morning in Neopia Central. With a cup of Black Cherry Tea in her left hand, The Editor strode forward towards The Neopian Times Headquarters, the establishment that releases Neopia’s newspaper every Friday afternoon.

by vanquishee

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The Weewoo in Training
“Wow, that storm really came out of nowhere!” I shout, struggling to push shut the large door of the Neopian Times office against the buffeting wind. “Here, let me help you with that,” comes a voice from behind me. We struggle for just a moment before finally pushing the door closed. I'm tempted to collapse beside it, but this is my very first visit to the Times and I want to make a good impression.

by derrangeddragon



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