||Issue: 380 | 20th day of Awakening, Y11
|A Day in The Life of a Normal BoriThe Bori was tagging along, trying to help. He had been doing a decent job, too, until they reached the Haunted Woods. |
|The First Day...I smiled as I sat up and stretched. My life was perfect.|
|Darigan DiariesPresumably, because I'm Darigan, everyone would think I have no heart or something, that I'm just an emotionless statue – what a false accusation! |
|The Kiko Lake VacationHe had a perfect view of Kiko Lake - the small, round houses with windows shaped like portholes, the dark edges of the forest, and the glass bottom boats...|
|Zor and the Angel Blob"Nothing's the matter," said the tiny Chia sullenly, ripping another piece off the grass. |
|Unbottled: The True Story of BalthazarBalthazar's real origins are not as history recorded...|
|Dear AuyuraOur trip began in the treacherous jungle of my room. My energetic gallion, Keegan, helped me pack...|
|The Story of a Silent PrisonerMy name is Daer Farill. |
At least, it once was, for now my new name is simply Clop.
|The Little Things That CountI probably should have told him to let it go. I should have told him it was time to grow up...|
|Fooling MyselfThere was something about fleafs, though... maybe because they were so miniscule, maybe because as soon as you saw one it jumped – vanished – and then you had no idea where it was.|
|My First Day in NeopiaToday I entered the world of Neopia. No, I'm not a newly created pet or brand new item that's just been released. I'm a newbie, and this is my story. |
|Sasha's Paint Brush"Oh no," Sasha murmured, eyes in wide in apprehension. The small Usul trembled with uncertainty as she slowly approached the Rainbow Pool. |
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"The Story of a Silent Prisoner" by dragonstorm_75
I still wish for freedom, ever wondering when Lord Darigan shall release me from my cold, unforgiving cell. I write my diary now, for two reasons. One is because I cannot speak, and two is because I want others to know of my plight, and what happened oh so many years ago that robbed me of my life and speech... I was once a noble, brave protector of the Darigan Citadel before its destruction...
|How to Be a Responsible Neo-Chatter|
We tend to forget that there are people behind these pixels, we forget all the times we’ve done the same things those we criticize have done, and in a way, we choose to forget.