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The Unstoppable

It was only a matter of time before one of Sloth's henchmen walked through the door and attempted to remove his mask.

by ayame_23
NTY - A Story of an Unwanted Lupe

I didn't think I was that bad of a pet, that my own master wouldn't even want me... I guess I must have been.

by _tweek
A Defender's Fear

Invisibelle dodged to the left to avoid a kick from Judge Hog.

by a_greenparrot
The Whisper in the Attic

I can't see her, of course- she's invisible. But over time I learned to search for the feeling of her presence, a deep imprint in a cushion, a horseshoe-shaped mark in a layer of dust.

by sunbeams
The "End" of Polly the Spotted Gelert

"You can't hog the bench. Others need to use it. Now get yourself home!" He was growling now...

by ballerinafaerie
An Empty Cage

A small Green Ogrin smiles hopefully...

by greatmouseisi
The Truth of Snowballs - Where Do They Come From?

You are stuck talking to the Shoyru running the Ice Crystal Shop, trying to find out how his never-ending supply is made.

by nucnad_eloop
Cybunny Chronicles: Letters

Have an absolutely wonderful birthday. Who knows? Maybe today will be the day you're adopted!

by mckinleybooksfan
Redemption: The Circle Closes

"She was apparently blasted by the Snowager. That was two days ago, and she hasn't been conscious since."

by mamasimios
Never Mess with Superglue

That was the problem with being a pup; everything was too large for her, which made it difficult to steal an extra cookie.

Also by rachelindea

by nummy_yummy_stuff

True Neopia

Why did everything have to change?

by nativsis
The Faeries and the Legend of Gadgadsbogen

A legend that few have heard, and even fewer have spread through whispers.

by dynamicr0ckstar
 
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"The 'End' of Polly the Spotted Gelert" by ballerinafaerie
"Yes, sir?" I asked politely. "You can't hog the bench. Others need to use it. Now get yourself home!" He was growling now, his voice low and menacing. I felt quite scared. I hopped off the bench and scurried down the street before he could realise that I had no home to go to. To be honest, I would have expected that to be obvious in the first place, what with my newspaper duvet and wooden bench mattress...




Other Stories


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The Foolproof Guide to Getting the Interview
A beginner's guide to getting those tough interviews with noteworthy Neopians.

by steph22_1

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A Slorg by Any Other Name
An article about the latest pet-naming trends.

by yampuff

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Outsider Within: Face of Evil - Part Four
"I am a blank page. This is my beginning."

by tashni

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The Petpet Detectives: Case of the Yanked Yooyus - Part One
"Then how do you suggest we address the matter?" the Head of the Altador Cup Committee spat.

by playmobil_is_my_life

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That Was Lucky
Wow, what luck!

by scattle

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Phantom Sisters #1 - Hotaru's Surprise
It's an easy mistake, right?

by prkoneko



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