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The Pant Devil Attractor

It is well named.

Also by icygal2310

by shennyyy

Just Jelni: Blessing Blunder

Generous faeries will only tolerate so much.

by angul888
The Weight of the Rescue

Find out who is the real MVP of Warf Rescue Team.

by carrotbreath
Protect Your Peas, Please!

But your cape today, available at the Hidden Tower!

by littledude61394
Not an Artist

That's NOT how it's done.

by mythicalcanadian
Head in the Clouds: Cup Antics

When glitches impede your team's victory.

by yoshisislandbandit
Trouble in Paradise: Ideas

Yeah, I think we've all been here...

by chasing_stars44
Sunny Side Up: Team Spirit

The AC commentators have surprisingly poor observational skills.

Also by parody_ham

by amarettoball

Chokato Slushie

I SAID CHOKATO!

by cria_sherwood
World Domination

Everyone has a weakness

Also by Myulai

by xxxfenice_neraxxx

YYB - The Disadvantage of Being the Opposing Team

This is just getting ridiculous.

by goldensif
Foul Play

I don't think this was random...

Also by jarviscocker.

by sophieauditore

Slushie Slinger Conundrums

It's starting to make sense

by bittersweet52
Shootout Showdown

If I could just get that Chia to quit laughing at me...

by scechoi
Lame Pun: Altador Cup

Finally, some peace and quiet.

by blackaavar
 
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"Lost and Found Again" by geniusbulb
Scellea woke up in the middle of the forest. There was a Kacheek farmer standing over her with a pitchfork in his paw and a very angry look on his face. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said. “You can’t just sleep wherever you want. This is my property!” She tried to speak but found her beak was full of leaves. She spat it out. “Sorry—” she began. “Oh, just get out of here,” said the farmer. “Kids these days!” So she got out. She did not know where she was. Her wings, thankfully, still worked, and after she’d flown up a little distance, she could see that she was just outside the walls of Altador; she’d crashed into some Altadorian farm. But— She flew into the city, landed near one of the reflecting pools, and stared at herself. She was a Faerie Eyrie, a little dusty, with a few leaves still stuck in her feathers. She remembered her name but nothing else about herself, even where she’d come from. She had nothing to her name. “It looks like I’m here for now,” she said to herself. Even the short flight from the farm to the city had exhausted her, and she suspected that one of her wings was sprained. She was hungry, too. She walked instead of flying to Exquisite Ambrosia, where the cheerful Skeith shopkeeper stood selling mountains of bread and grapes and fresh cheese. “What do you mean, you don’t have any money?” he said to her.




Other Stories


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Venn's Return from the Isolated Island
For Venn, an Orange Lutari left stranded on Lutari Island, that year’s Lutari Day could not have come soon enough. This was the one day of the year on which the storm around the island weakened just enough for magical teleportation through it to be possible.

by mbredboy31

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Unlikely Friends
Royce the Elderly Bruce had spent the first half of his life carrying a sack of mail from one Neohome to another and delivering messages. His assigned locality had been in the suburbs of Neopian Central, and he’d known the area like the back of his right flipper. Each day he’d trudged down the same streets, waved hello to the same group of gossiping Unis trotting down Usuki Avenue, and made his way past a half-dozen Lupes out by their decks. That was all a lifetime ago, before Royce had been swept up in the glamorous world of petpet shows.

by sunbathr

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Boochi and Dr. Landelbrot: An Exposé
I took it upon myself to track down and interview the infamous former villain, bringing him right to my Faerieland home. Believe me when I say I was incredibly anxious to publish this, given the possible consequences, but as a journalist it is my responsibility to get the truth out there. So, for all of you out there who have ever had your doubts about a certain Lutari, here is that interview.

by bizniscorg

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Are You an Altador Cup Fanatic?
To make matters worse, many fans are in complete denial about being obsessed with the Cup--you could be addicted and not even know it. So how can you tell if you are one of these crazed fans? Well, in honor of the 11th annual Altador Cup, we’re here to help you recognize if you are truly an Altador Cup fanatic.

Also by drobit

by bha288


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Tribulations of a Quest Sceptic: Part One
Everyone around seemed so fixated upon them, as if nothing could be more important than dashing off to some far-flung region of Neopia in order to retrieve a mirror for an impatient, sneering Dark Faerie, or braving the wilds of some forsaken realm in order to ensure that Edna had Poogle fur clippings to add to her latest, noxious brew.

by anjie

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Clouds Over Cogham: Part Five
Maybe if the village wasn’t so consumed in smoke, and he wasn’t choking on the taste of cruel fire magic, and the screaming wasn’t so loud that he can barely hear his own thoughts, he could charge in valiantly like a storybook hero.

by theschizophrenicpunk



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