Reporting live from Neopia Circulation: 188,752,736 Issue: 541 | 20th day of Eating, Y14
Home | Archives Articles | Editorial | Short Stories | Comics | New Series | Continued Series
 

Short Stories


Effistella the Perfect

The first of many stories about Eff and Dodo. :]

by dorotheasansa
A Krawk Tale

By candlelight at night, she would sit and read through her various books about the different lands, dreaming of the day when she could go and explore them...

by jeancgirl
Racing the Hurricane

I lie awake in my bed at night, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. Hurricane Acara, first of the season, is coming in.

by navycoat
Deadly Dice

Why Brynn and Hanso did not join the search for King Roo.

by usulblue444
Lord Darigan's Letter To The Editor

You have a Sloth Appreciation Day, for Fyora's sake! Dr. Frank Sloth, who experiments on innocent little Neopets and concocts potions that transform them into ugly mutants!

by heathorn
Interview With A Larnikin

A small table sits in the middle of the room: a table littered with papers, a tiny terrarium, pencils, more papers, an open book, and something that resembles a horn used as a primitive sound-amplifying device.

by shy_gurl1983
The Edge of the World

"Who's they? And who's Dr. Sloth? And what's Neopia?" Tinost said, echoing my own confusion.

Lapnia stared at us. "Are you two for real?"

by emrozi

All That Glitters is not Green

"No one said anything to me about needing to be painted something," the green Skeith replied.

by spiderwax
Letters to Eliana

These letters were found in a safe inside an abandoned, broken down house in Faerieland...

by spirit_wolf589
In Memorandum

It all started several months ago when various Neopians began noticing the jolly king from Roo Island began some sort of negotiations with Alstaf Poogle, the Poetry Competition judge.

by lupe_hunter_7
 
Search the Neopian Times




Headlines


"Effistella the Perfect" by dorotheasansa
I was born on the streets of Neopia Central. For the first few years of my life, I stole what food I needed, starved more often than not, and did what I could to avoid the pound. No one looked twice at me, a hungry, dirty Usul with small eyes and a skill for hiding. I was never named, never having had an owner, but developed a moniker after a few months of being shouted at by shopkeepers desperate to stop me from thieving. "Off!" they'd yell at me...




Other Stories


---------

Why You Should Have Picked Rutu
Deductive reasoning is fairly straightforward and actually a discipline of mathematics. (That's right. You were tricked into doing math.)

by max02468

---------

Seven Types Of Heroes In Neopia
From the beginning of time, heroes have always been saving the world with their good deeds both big and small. But the big question is: do we really know everything about them?

by cherishtwilight

---------

A Place in the Country: Part One
"Oh, Mr. Jennings!" she said. "I am so excessively glad you could attend!"

Jennings smiled in response; he didn't think there was a part of the room that wasn't excessive in some form.

by herdygerdy


---------

The Painter: Part Two
Mostly, other than maids stopping to give her food, she was left alone, which suited her just fine. Every morning, she would wake up from her peach toned bed with white rustling silken sheets, and she would watch the sunrise. It would inspire her, and then, she would stray to the paints that lined her wall.

by rrooaarrrr

---------

Sassi Comics: The Wishing Well
*plink*

by seiya_from_ashes

---------

Fruity Salad
You dare show your face?

by pooh_pooh_caca



Submit your stories, articles, and comics using the new submission form.