|A Different RouteOnce upon a time, nothing happened. Not a very exciting start to a story is it? That was the problem Ned had. He wanted to write a story that would be the best thing since sliced Neggs, but he had absolutely nothing interesting to say. |
|Why Are You Writing?The blank paper stared up from the notebook. Each moment passed felt like an eternity gone by. Every tick of the clock seemed to echo throughout the room. The shadow Wocky chewed the end of his pencil, quickly putting teeth marks in it. He had tried everything; pacing, reading, eating, meditating, yet the paper remained blank, seemingly watching him, waiting for his move.|
|The Weewoo in Training“Wow, that storm really came out of nowhere!” I shout, struggling to push shut the large door of the Neopian Times office against the buffeting wind. “Here, let me help you with that,” comes a voice from behind me. We struggle for just a moment before finally pushing the door closed. I'm tempted to collapse beside it, but this is my very first visit to the Times and I want to make a good impression.|
|Of Wizards and WeewoosIf you want something badly enough, you'll do anything to get it. |
That was the motto Sylvia lived by. It had served the shadow Aisha well over the years; first in the academy, and then in becoming a fully-fledged secret agent.
|Super Secret Club Special: Septuacentennial StruggleIn the garden of number forty eight, Rainbow Lane, Neopia Central, stands a tree house. But this is not just any treehouse. This treehouse is the headquarters-|
“No, that’s not right.”
The girl in the spinny office chair exhales irritably, scribbling out the lines she’s just written.
|700 WishesThe past few weeks had been long and hard. Her tired eyes and defeated posture earned some sympathy from the charming Shoyru, who had placed a large drink in front of the young lady, rather than the small she had ordered. The girl hadn’t even noticed.|
|An Expedition Around Neopia Neopia Central|
“700 Nanka Bottles hanging on the wall, 700 Nanka Bottles hanging on the wall…” Panda sighed in disdain, licking at her paw softly. “And if one Nanka Bottle should accidently fall…”
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|A Clean SlateThe gate clangs shut behind him, the metallic reverberations humming in his ears. Turning his head only slightly, he watches from the corner of his eye as two guards shuffle away. A creaking noise, and the doors to the prison of Darigan Citadel swing open to usher them in.|
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|Melting in MoltaraThe 30th day of Hiding was the hottest day of my life. |
My brothers and I had woken up appallingly early, unable to sleep any longer in the unflinching heat of the still-rising sun.
|The Tale of the Ixi HuntressThe white Ixi galloped through the forest, relishing the caress of the wind that tousled her fur. A Gruslen followed close behind and he barked with the exhilaration of the hunt. She slowed her pace as she caught an acrid scent on the breeze, and the petpet stopped too, sniffing furiously.|
|Agent 700Agent 00 Hog sat at his Cheat table, absent-mindedly flinging card after card across the hall. He was particularly good at flinging playing cards, but today, even that could not hold his attention. It had been a long and rather boring day, the yellow Moehog thought with a sigh. |
|The Purpose of the PressThe door to Professor Lambert’s chambers creaked open. The Gnorbu looked up from his daily reading and twitched his ear. “Ah, you must be Jacob, come right this way!” he said, motioning to the seat in front of his desk. “Now, I have your file pulled out already. I gave it a read over my lunch break, I hope you don’t mind. Your résumé is very impressive indeed.”|
|700 KougrasBluestar the little baby Kougra had been left with a babysitter. Again. She wasn’t really upset with her owner or her favorite siblings, not at all. She understood that Jessica was working. And the others… |
|The Painted Weewoo and the Maraquan Dillema“Boss. Boss, something’s happened.”|
“What is it, you nitwits?” the shuffling of feathers. A Weewoo in a suit and tie, eliminating evidence of pastry crumbs and red jam. “I’m busy.”
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|Friday: BurnoutIt was a particularly windy Friday morning in Neopia Central. With a cup of Black Cherry Tea in her left hand, The Editor strode forward towards The Neopian Times Headquarters, the establishment that releases Neopia’s newspaper every Friday afternoon. |
|Usuki Singing Stars #26: The REAL Style Showdown“Oh Patricia, your skirt is so cute!” Sparkles gushed. The pink Bruce gripped her notebook as she admired the skirt her friend was wearing. “Wherever did you get it?”|
A pink Uni sighed dreamily. “I bet she bought it from the NC Mall,” she suggested. “I mean, where else could one find such a beautiful lavender skirt?”
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The Neopian Times - A Chronicle
Whether you have only recently started to read the Neopian Times or are a returning user who has missed a lot of issues it’s well worth delving into the archives to discover the breadth and depth of the contributor’s work over the years. Even if you have always been a subscriber, when there is a new issue every week it’s easy to forget some of your old favourites.
In this article we’re going to give a history of the Neopian Times and how it has changed over the years, highlighting the issues worth a special mention. From those we’ll pick out a submission that is really worth a read and, hopefully, will tempt you to explore the rest of the issue.
|Reading Back: Last 100 Special Issues|
Happy 700th Anniversary Neopian Times! There have been big changes to Neopets since the last 100th Anniversary Issue so I thought it would be a neat idea to go over some of the special issues that had been released between then and now.
|After ACX: Part Four|
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The door was forced open, and yet another Yooyu was plonked onto the floor. The room was heaving, bursting at the seams, but somehow everyone shuffled to make room for the newcomer.
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|The Ski Lodge Mystery: Part One|
Deep within Terror Mountain, a young Kougra and Shoyru stood shivering, up against the dangerous slopes and ferocious winds of the uninviting Ice Caves. The Happy Valley lift was curiously broken, leaving the treacherous caverns as the only route to the top. The two travellers trudged through the blizzard, their despair and frustration increasing with each step.
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