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Post by June Scarlet on Mar 5, 2020 21:17:55 GMT -5
Issue 889 & Issue 890The Neopian Pound was open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year (and yes, sadly, even on the Day of Giving). “Quiet,” wasn’t ever a word you’d use to describe the place – Neopia was an insomniac’s economy, after all, and time halted for no pet, whether they were placing Food Club bets, waiting at the Soup Kitchen, or playing a late-night game of Gormball.
-- the_spirit_realm
Axanzo, the yellow Lupe, panted heavy breaths as he staggered up the steep hill overlooking Neopia Central. The sound of his breathing hushed the endless chatter of the shopping square crowds behind him. When he reached the top, he hunched forward with his hands on his knees and gasped for air. The series of raspy breaths annoyed a green Peophin lying on his stomach with his chin nestled in the crux of his elbows.
-- weewoowriter NTWF entries Articles: None Short Stories: Comics: The Darkest Faerie by trishabeakens Series: None And of course don't forget the Editorial and the other Editorial. If I missed you, let me know.
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Post by June Scarlet on Mar 5, 2020 21:18:30 GMT -5
I'll be making the thread for Issues 891 and 892 shortly.
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