|Clouds Over Cogham: Part TwelveHe wars with the sorceress, clashing violets and blues. He wars with himself — with the faerie that’s claimed his mind. He wars with them all... and all three wars, he loses.|
|Desert Requiem: Part NineAlthough Shiki had described Symerra as a city, in reality it was more of a ghost town. Many of the buildings were abandoned, and some lay in ruins. The population numbered in the mere hundreds. Shiki's grandmother, the mayoress of the city, explained that many Symerrans had perished in a plague three years prior, including her own son and daughter-in-law. But Symerra's decline began over two hundred years ago...|
|Orlitz and the Search for the Emerald Crown: Part SixOrlitz was relieved that the lutaris hadn’t spotted her when she hurriedly ushered her friends out of the lobby. She glanced behind her, worried that they would follow. Luckily, they didn’t, which gave Julian a chance to ask who those Lutaris were.|
|The Spirit of Black Keep: Part TwoFive days later, on a grey drizzly afternoon, Pharazon stepped off the gangplank of the sky-ship liner and into Brightvale’s bustling skyport. He pulled the hood of his travelling cloak closer around his face to protect himself from the chill air, watching his breath pool in front of his snout every time he exhaled.|
|Janet and Jane: The Case of the Amnesiacs: Part ThreeI told Jane about my dream as we were walking back to that building in the forest. I described it more vivid than I could describe what happened two hours ago. I didn't know why I remembered that dream, but I did know that it was more than a dream.|
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"The Quest for Piratehood" by lunarchronicles
Lantsov absolutely adored living in a Neohome in Krawk Island. As a pirate Blumaroo, he felt at home among the scourges and scallywags that prowled the beaches and alleys of his neighborhood. And, of course, he participated in all of the mandatory pirate activities that the island had to offer. Drinking Piratey Fruit Juice from glossy tankards in the Golden Dubloon, visiting the Forgotten Shore, and training with Cap’n Threelegs were just some of his favorite activities.
But there was one huge problem. Lantsov wasn’t actually a pirate. He longed for the red-and-white striped shirt, the blue coloring, and the little polka dot bandana that would give him the pirate look he so craved. But most of his Neopoints got turned quickly into dubloons, and so he hadn’t saved up nearly enough for a paint brush to fulfill his dream.
His sister, Plushue the plushie Blumaroo, came across him one day as he sat at the kitchen table, his snout buried morosely in his arms. She patted his ear with her squishy paw.
“What’s wrong?” she asked kindly.
“Everything,” Lantsov groaned, his voice muffled. “Why can’t I be a pirate, Plush?”
Plushue picked a stray thread from the blue and yellow patch on her tail, and took a seat next to her brother. “Hmmm. Well, why don’t you save up enough Neopoints to buy yourself a paint brush?” she suggested. “I saw a pirate Blumaroo just now, out on the dock, waiting for a boat to Neopia Central. He looked pretty sharp.”
“I can’t afford one,” Lantsov said grumpily. “I’ve been trying to play games to win Neopoints, but I’m no good at them.” He slumped down further in his chair. “I’m going to be yellow forever.”
|There’s More Than One Way to be a Princess|
The king and queen were attending to business in the high tower, the princes were playing chess in the garden or taking music lessons, the princesses were grooming their long silky manes or reading quietly in the castle’s library. All the princesses but one, that was.
I started writing for the Neopian Times two years ago. I had my eyes set on that beautiful NT Star avatar, and after my first two publications, I really felt on a roll. I kept on writing and submitting on a regular basis, always looking through the Neopian calendar to check for upcoming pet days and events that would inspire me to write an article or list of some kind.