|Reporting live from Neopia
||Issue: 450 | 2nd day of Swimming, Y12
|The Golden WeewooIt was a Weewoo.
I had only heard of these in tales of lore...
|Writer's BlockA little voice in my head told me I was no good at writing and I should just give up. I hated this voice. I had named it Albert.|
|The Neopian Times 450 Extravaganza"Today I will be talking to some of the Neopian Times' most well-known recurring comic characters."|
|Make It 450 And You Have a Deal"You're a klutz, Myr," he said mercilessly. "Not even the Organization's Altair division would take you in."|
|450 DaysIt was also the number of days it had been since a certain red Mynci had seen her family – the number of days she'd been studying abroad on Mystery Island...|
|450 Minutes of SleepIn Meridell, I watched as the wind blew...|
|UnenlightenedThe streets were empty. Just like that. Everyone gone. The sudden silence rang in her ears...|
|The To Do ListThe paper extends out of my hands, overflowing like a crisp, frozen paper waterfall onto the floor, bulleted items in neat little rows all the way to the bottom.
Also by ginny_invisible
|450 Reasons Never to Trust a Weewoo"It's finally complete!" Zeke shouted in triumph. "The most wonderful, well-written story Neopia will ever see!"|
|Petpet Talk: Into the Neopian TimesThe daycare was on its very first field trip—the magnificent, awe striking, large building that was none other than the Neopian Times headquarters.|
|Cliché Day"The day I've been waiting for is here! A cliché day!"|
|450 MilesReuben, his weapon making business and his roguish grin were famous... so famous that Salita wanted to crawl into her quarters and never show her face. |
|Milk and Cookie - Around the WorldIn a cosy cottage outside of Meridell lived two good friends - Milk and Cookie.|
|Searching for SunshineIt is beautiful when it rains, and we don't notice that when we shriek and flee from the sudden downpour...|
|Once Upon an Attic"You look troubled," said the Krawk when she opened the door. "Perhaps I can be of assistance..."|
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"Unenlightened" by hermione_890_neo
Nikki, a little white Aisha, was sitting innocently under a tree in Neopia Central, half-heartedly pretending to read a thick book mysteriously devoid of a title. But in reality, she was people-watching. This was a favorite pastime of hers, watching the crowds go about their daily lives - though she'd never confess to it, for fear of strange looks and exclamations of, "Holy biscuits, that's like such the creepiest thing to do, ever!" perhaps soon followed...
|Princess Bones: Part Seven|
Drawing had always been a personal activity, one she liked to do in the safety of her room, or alone outside under a tree in her front yard. But now she was being watched intently, scrutinized from every angle.