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 | Grey TodayEven grey pets could be happy, couldn't they?
by sunshine_nine9 |  | Spun Silver"You've been looking out of that window for hours. Aren't you tired of staring at the rain yet?"
by kimssuperanimals |  | When You're Feeling Grey...Sometimes we need to step back and look at the bigger picture.
by billytiki13 |  | The CaveNight falls.
A family of grey Korbats droops from the ceiling of a dark, damp cave.
by arsenal_seaman |  | Ghostentine's Day ParadeEvery year my dance class-- the best in Neopia Central-- was signed up to dance on a pink and red float in the Valentine's Day parade.
by unosilvah |  | Rodger the Food Snatcher"You just tripped me so you could get my basket of food!" Alice snapped.
by prettyxcutiexhere |  | Running with the Pack"There's going to be a field trip soon!" I told him, pulling the form out of my backpack.
by kittytamer99 |  | A Knight's NightmareMeekel didn't get up from the corner of the prison cell. He looked out the window that showed the cloudy, foggy skies. There was never, not one single day that the sun showed its face...
by rocknrollpup95 |  | Meditation on a SighGrey. Draining the colour, draining the light from its surroundings. Like smoke. Like ash. Like dust. Like an empty tomb. Like the Grey Faerie, whose sadness could envelope you in its storm cloud, as it has her.
by mamasimios |  | His Side of the Story: ApprenticeParlax stood, eyes closed, in the middle of the room. He held his blaster loosely at his side...
by silent_snow |  | Colonel Cobb Meets his MatchAt seven o'clock sharp, Colonel Cobb snapped to attention in front of a patch of asparagus and began morning drills.
by rosabellk |  | The Grey Day of SpringIt was her favourite day of year. In fact, it was the only day of the year that she liked at all. There was no wind, no weather, no smiles. Just gloom.
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"A Knight's Nightmare" by rocknrollpup95
The screeching of the metal door woke Squire Meekel up. You would think that after being in this prison for over two years, he'd be used to waking up to that every day. He'd been in here so long that he forgot what it was like to wake up to the songs of the weewoos and Pteris and Lennies. He forgot what it was like to wake up to the rising sun. Who knew when he would wake up to those...
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