Short Stories
 | Dinner with Darigan “Have you ever met Lord Darigan, Afzal? Well, we’re having dinner with him tomorrow at six o’clock.” The electric Blumaroo smirked, rose to her feet and paused at the head of the stairs. She was purposely not giving Afzal time to react. “Oh yeah and my family will be there, too.”
by 77thbigby |  | A Day in the Life of a Sewer SurferThe clinking of the pipes fitting together was comforting to Matt, the Neopian Central Sewer Systems Engineer Wocky. For the past several years, he had been in charge of fixing the broken pipes that flooded Neopia Central back in Year Four. Also by tanner_73
by iciclefaerie05 |  | Aid from the OrderDeep in the twisting depths of the Haunted Woods, that was where the wizards made their home. The Order of the Red Erisim they called themselves. Wizards and witches of the greatest repute and power were selected for membership. Between them, they commanded the greatest magic on the planet.
by herdygerdy |  | Adventure is Worth More Than TreasureWhat's worth more than all the gold in Neopia is having a friend to share the hunt with!
by zuzumotai |  | Bargains Lost and Bargains MadeThe first thing Matra tasted when she woke was salt. It was caked in her fur, crusted white runnels making lines down the backs of her paws. The Island Zafara groaned and tried to stand. It was no good. She stared at the wood floor that was inches from her face and felt like she was going to sick up. Everything was rocking so violently.
by scarletspindle |  | The Advisor's TestChantelle fiddled with the bonds around her wrists, listening to their rusted squeaks as each individual chain link scraped against the other. The footfalls of the Eyrie guard behind her echoed through the desolate halls of the citadel’s palace. His armor clanked with every step.
by likelife96 |  | Nowhere To Go But UpIt was in the middle of the night when Baby blue JubJub Claire woke up, scared and alone in the Haunted Woods. All she could see in the distance, was a sign saying "Edna's Tower". Confused as to how she wound up there, she proceeded to slowly tip-toe towards the large castle. Glowing with green, it seemed to be the safest place around.
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"Bargains Lost and Bargains Made" by scarletspindle
The first thing Matra tasted when she woke was salt. It was caked in her fur, crusted white runnels making lines down the backs of her paws. The Island Zafara groaned and tried to stand. It was no good. She stared at the wood floor that was inches from her face and felt like she was going to sick up. Everything was rocking so violently.
There was a deep chuckle above her. “Awake, eh? Welcome aboard lass.”
She looked up, spasms running through the muscles in her neck with the effort, and saw, backlit by the sun, the silhouette of a very proud looking Pirate Krawk. He reached a hand down towards her but she didn’t take it. Everything was flooding back to her. Last night. The fire. Her trading vessel. The pirate attack. Matra groaned and buried her head as far down into her paws as she could manage. This had to be a dream, a terrible, terrible dream. When she opened her eyes the Krawk was still there, looking down at her with what appeared to be concern sliding across his reptilian face.
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 One Hundred Games - Part Two
These articles feature information on the first hundred games in the history of Neopets, including some that have been forgotten by most of the public. It's informative and, depending on how much you like history, entertaining, so sit down and get ready. Let's dive right in...
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 Fire-Born: Part One
Vineti walked along the little forest path, humming to herself as she went. Eventually the trees in front of her parted and she came across her owner, a human girl named Lina. Lina looked up from the book she was reading, startled.
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 To Succeed is to Fail: Chapter Two
Fear me not. Hmm, I rather enjoy those three words. They provoke feelings of intense emotion at rather opposite extremes. I am telling you not to fear me. You, listener, should take comfort in the idea that "me", as an entity, will not harm you. I am here merely to entertain you, to provide you with a convoluted, yet surreal tale.
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