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Life's A Stage
by opossumman | | Description: He brushed off his sweat-covered brow with his paw and adjusted his goggles. "There, that should do it..." |
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Returning to Brightvale University
by opossumman | | Description: "It's from Brightvale University... I did my graduate studies there," Jacob explained. |
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A Not-So-Stealthy Christmas Tale
by opossumman | | Description: The clerk looked at the ID. "Well, when you contacted us and claimed you were an Eyrie named Stealth, I figured you would have been, well, Stealthy, and not Silver." |
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Of Time Machines and Banana Cookies
by opossumman | | Description: "I didn't want to get your hopes up if it didn't work. Time travel's already a proven concept, it's just incredibly hard to pull off." |
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Two Moltarans Walk Into a Lodge...
by opossumman | | Description: "And whatever you do, don't use the swimming pool." |
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The Purpose of the Press
by opossumman | | Description: The door to Professor Lambert’s chambers creaked open. The Gnorbu looked up from his daily reading and twitched his ear. “Ah, you must be Jacob, come right this way!” he said, motioning to the seat in front of his desk. “Now, I have your file pulled out already. I gave it a read over my lunch break, I hope you don’t mind. Your résumé is very impressive indeed.” |
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Agent 42
by opossumman | | Description: Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes. |
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 Duplicity: Part Six
The drawbridge itself could hold half a palace. Spiky vines cracked through the edges of the moat below, slithering through patches of shrubbery. Sunlight glittered off the golden borders of the turrets.
by likelife96 |
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 Secrets of the DMBGPoP
The Discarded Magical Blue Grundo of Prosperity has been an unquestioned part of the Faerieland landscape for nearly a decade. In recent years, it has become part of many Neopians' daily routine, bringing joy and the occasional free plushie. Despite its popularity, however, few know anything about the plushie, choosing not to look a gift Uni in the mouth. Fortunately, if there is one thing I'm good at, it's asking questions.
by heroed |
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 Anneslace and the Imposter Apple
Anneslace bolted upright in her bed. “A Krawkadon? In the galley? I told Sam he could get a nice, sedate Plathydon, not a Krawkadon.” She paused. “How much… how much food is left?”
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