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Building Blocks
by aupins
Description: Never knew building blocks could be so fun.

Week - 459

After the Match
by aupins
Description: After a yooyuball game...

Idea by autotune


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Make It Stop!
by aupins
Description: The woes of a mewbie.

Idea by lifeguard1993


Week - 746

Changes in a Minute: Magma Pool
by aupins
Description: When a trip to the Magma Pool goes wrong...

Also by lifeguard1993


Week - 747

Changes in a Minute: Magical Bookshop
by aupins
Description: When intelligence is hard to come by.

Idea by lifeguard1993


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Changes in a Minute: 750th Deadline
by aupins
Description: When procrastination gets the best of you.

Also by lifeguard1993


 
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Seven Spectacular Skeith Ensembles
My favorite Neopian pastime is customising. I love coming up with creative and different outfits that show off my Neopets' personalities. Therefore, in honor of Skeith Day, I set myself the task of transforming Skeiths into the spitting image of seven famous Skeiths. Do you want to help your Skeith celebrate in style?

by lakecitygirls111

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Undead Rising: Part Seven
Bernard felt a chill run down his spine. Whoever that voice was, it didn’t sound good. Edlun’s expression looked like that of one before he was about to slay a vicious beast. He clenched his fists, drawing his blade and shield as two small figures walked into the room.

by yoshisislandbandit

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Chasing Treasure: Part One
"Well, what did you expect?" Bannok asked, adjusting the helm a degree or two to starboard to catch the shifting wind. "Royal pets. Always got to outdo each other, building bigger palaces and throwing fancier parties." The timbers of the Silver Arkmite creaked as she swung around, the salt-soaked ropes slapping against the mast as the sails filled.

by aethelar

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A Strange Necessity
Nothing remarkable, or noteworthy. She could—and did—live with that. It was fulfilling, and the kindness she received in turn made it worth all her while. Which made the golden ticket in her paws all the more strange.

by drifbilim

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Weewoos: The Legend Behind The Myth
At dusk, when the last of Krawk Island's pirate inhabitants make their final rounds at the docks of Neopia's largest port, their song begins. The constant cry of the onomatopoeically named Weewoo fills the cool night air with a gentle but eerie sound. The melody can be heard all the way into the great waters as if bidding farewell to the late night travellers leaving their shores.

by faeriequeenoffire



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