|Caution: Quills may be sharp
||Issue: 166 | 12th day of Storing, Y6
|A Student of SpiritThere have always been the lucky few who, devoting
their lives to the art of combat taught by the Techo Master, are allowed to
live at those hallowed halls, gaining insight and skill for free -- or so they
think. Rather than paying in codestones, they pay in labor.|
|Dear...I shall first
say that I'm going to miss you...like the many others who will miss you as well.
Must you leave? Must you depart for the unknown?|
|Fear the FaerieYou may think they are
powerful forces of good. And you would be right. Well, mostly right, anyway. There's
one faerie out there that isn't the picture of perfection: Jhudora.|
|I Promise"Then you'll come to hear me play it at the
festival, then?" Miranda grew hopeful for a moment. "You promised me you'd come.|
|The True Face of a Faerie: Soup FaerieA few shop owners scrutinize the dusty, populous
streets. They can tell that the roads are so crammed because the pets and their
owners are in a line. Most know that this line is not just any line - it is
the line to the Soup Kitchen.|
There wasn't any tables left to sit at, and I decided to give the outcast table
|Five Lottery Tickets"Why do we always do this?" Otur asked. She had
heard the story at least a hundred times, but it always made her owner happy
to tell it.|
|A Shadow and a Mist"Wow, Shadow, you really outdid yourself this
time. We'll make a fortune out of this!" GreyWeaver's constant response every
time Shadow came back. |
|The Grey CurseI was blessed with true happiness... and now it's been taken away...
|Love You Like a Sister III: Letting GoThe dream that I had had seemed so realistic… almost like someone, or something,
had planted it in my mind for me to see. |
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Are They Safe?
I was playing the game Trouble at the National Neopian, when it occurred to me, who is keeping all those nasty thieves and villains out when we aren’t playing? Or for that matter, who are the cashiers who are accepting my hard-earned Neopoints? Are they letting some of my NP’s get snatched by those dastardly desperadoes?...
|Some Rooblah with Gooblah|
“I just wanted to say I was very pleased with your report on Blurfs, and will
like you to take on a new challenge. I need some Rooblah from Gooblah. Can you
get me some?” the Quiggle asked.
|Rage Alone II: Solitary Retribution - Part Three|
A pile of boulders, both big and small, spread
out over the side of the mountain. He remembered it being smooth mountains,
but he never did know how large of an explosion Fethva made. He was surprised
he survived it if it did all of this.
|Gilbert the Poogle: Part Two|
It was almost a whole week since the change,
and new Poogle soon came to realise that the transformation of colour species
was more than just an alteration of skin-deep exterior appearance. With it went
his pride and his self-esteem, his confidence and respect.