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	Pant Devils Pants The Pant Devil steals back what is his. Also by sage254 by sophieauditore
	It's So Cutie! Don't let appearances fool you. by saudadesdagripe
	Detective Alisha: Special Guest Part 1 Two heads are better than one. Also by xale22 by roxanna203
	Eclectic Antics: The True Ghoul Catchers Even the Ghoul Catchers outsource their work. by amarettoball
	Elsewhere On top of Terror Mountain... by twillieblossom
	The NT's Best Secret -- Until Today! Country music and Aishas -- 100% guaranteed to tip the scale in your favor! Also by minnesotan by certifiabletrash
	#LDN - Plan The plan unfolds... by gorubeza
	Random Oddness Moral of the story - don't trust strangers. by mistyqee
	Evil-opia: Names It's hard to stand out. by mucka33
	Ink: Full Circle Then we'll find a way to tell your story. by june_scarlet
	NeoPaper: Symol Logic Who writes the rules, anyway? by mbredboy31
	Mysteries of the Kadoatery Feepits aren't as innocent as they seem Also by bha288 by mandypandy667
	Haggling with Kauvara Kauvara really doesn't need much persuading by waternymph12
	What Ever Happened to Galem Darkhand? - Part 1 The mystery of the Ice Caves plot . . . Also by iciclefaerie05 by chai7705
	Lame Pun: Jelly Wor- Where is everyone? by blackaavar
	Tomatoes Bunch of tomatoes = Infinite tomatoes! by chemoi

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"Agent 42" by opossumman
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. "Stealth! Come here! It's actually working!" he yelled to his friend. Stealth, a Silver Eyrie, turned from the twelve-piece jigsaw puzzle he was struggling with at the kitchen table to see his friend beaming with joy. "That's great! So glad to see it finally come together," he said as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder with his wing. "Come to think of it, Stealth, aren't you almost late for that delivery run? You wouldn't want to lose another job, you know?"

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We Ordinary Few
They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit.

This change was anything but minor.

by cherishtwilight

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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?”

by peirigill

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The Truth of the Space Techos
It was a hot Tyrannian afternoon when I, the aspiring new reporter, David the Mynci, was interviewing the various factions of the Battleground about the secret society pulling the strings behind Neopian society. That's right, I was asking them about the Space Techos.

by seraphfire

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The Secret Behind the Wishing Well
I’m pretty sure we all know the Wishing Well. Remember that old well you used to stand by in Neopia Central, aimlessly dropping countless coins in while muttering about a Faerie Paint Brush? Well, I’m here to prove to you that it’s not as magical and innocent as it seems. Yes, it might seem crazy now, but I’m telling you- that well isn’t what it seems to be.

by butterfly7672

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Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part Three
"So where are we going?" Corbin asked me.

"To Sunset Isle Mental Health Institution," I answered.

"But that's an insane asylum. Why on Neopia are we going there?"

"I have to interview someone there."

by chasing_stars44

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Lord Faerigan - Fyora's Role in the Meridell Wars: Part One
rincess Fyora noticed a Korbat, seated on the grass, eyes toward the ground. She could not bear to see someone so lonely and downcast so she quietly flew over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. The Korbat slowly raised his head, greeted by Fyora’s outstretched hand. He stared for a moment and then shook his head.

by black_skull725

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