|The Irony of ImaginationIt was an unusually dreary day. I'd just dozed off at the immaculately neat desk of my T-shirt store that sold everything. Everything, that is, except T-shirts...|
|Help WantedJimina closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She knew the mischievous faerie didn't MEAN to cause trouble...
Also by _mynci_89
|The White Weewoo's SongThe Eyrie snapped to attention before the stout Pirate Bruce, balanced on his tippy-toes and back straight as a board. "Yes, sir..."|
|A Real Yooyuball HeroToday was the day of the highly anticipated Altador Cup match-up between Maraqua and (his own personal favorite team) Darigan Citadel. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to get a ticket...
Also by geneames1
|350 WordsOh, wow – this is how you can tell I'm just an editor at the Times. I don't know how to tell a story. There, I've launched into the plot and everything without...|
|Never Upon A TimeThe port rang with noise. Hazel, loitering by a small white building that was attracting the least traffic, watched the goings on with a mixture of fascination and apprehension...|
|Hey, Hey, Are You Ready?"Tired, Mal?" Mom joked, obviously knowing the answer...|
|350 MetersHis real name, Moogi, was not known to the spectators at the track. To them, he was just Poogle One...|
|True BeautyShe wanted to scream. It was so unfair. Why couldn't she have been a Xweetok too...|
|An Adventure With AckingtonThe scientist, who had been busy trying to pin down the Mallard to the table, looked up at his guests. "Just some minor technical difficulties, kids!"|
|350 Days Of My Deepest Desires"Feel free to go. I'll see you again tonight after sunset," Nyx addressed his lamp...|
|The Long-Awaited ArrivalThe Yurble looked up briefly to groan about the unconquerable level of dust these days, and saw a strange sparkle through a window...|
|In Exactly 350 WordsStifling a yawn, she tried to stay awake as the President of the Writing Club droned on and on about the importance of the 350th issue...|
|The Neopian Times' GloryThey decided to create a singular neopoint bag worth exactly 350 neopoints and donate it to the Neopian Times itself...|
|Neopian Times AddictBob was a Disco Mynci and he was very excited about the 350th Neopian Times coming out. He enjoyed every Neopian Times...
Also by mmaarryy356
|Quiggles Don't Eat Cream"Oh, BigPigWig," Persepheus said. "Wumpy's dripped through a crack again! And he's so hard to spot since you painted him sketch!"
Also by sattvik
|Under a Gently Swaying Sign"Well..." Cyrus said slowly, "I do need to leave, but I've got an- um- errand to run before I head home..."|
|Message In A BottleThe sand was golden, shining, and caressed Chello's feet as she walked along the beach. She sighed happily. This was the life. It was so peaceful here, so serene...|
|LingerThe grinding must have been the tomb door opening, and I didn't feel like hanging around for a few days to scare some other small, fluffy Neopian. I had better things to do with my time...|
|By Word of Mouth: A Comedy in Two ActsSince when does the Neopian Times publish dreadful rants about cheese?|
|Three Hundred and Fifty Years of KnowledgeStrange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin...|
|Spooky: Read It And ReapA bold lettered advertisement caught his attention, and upon a second reading of it, the glowing Korbat grinned broadly. "Hey, this job looks promising..."
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