Short Stories
 | The NewcomerWhen I, a Yellow Vandagyre, moved from the mountains of Shenkuu to Neopia Central, I was not sure what to expect, but I knew that there was a big surprise for me in store. Like the rest of my known friends that were heading out, I wanted to explore the world and make a difference in some way after decades of isolation.
by lupe_hunter_7 |  | Proving the Existence of Jelly Worldn building off down a dark alley in Neopia Central, a group of pets got together to discuss an idea that many would not be able to voice in public. “Now, I’m not saying it is true right away,” Started their self-proclaimed leader, a Jelly Kau named Jeandra, “But suppose that Jelly World does actually exist.”
by greenj12356 |  | We Ordinary Few They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit. This change was anything but minor.
by cherishtwilight |  | Anneslace and the Imposter AppleAnneslace bolted upright in her bed. “A Krawkadon? In the galley? I told Sam he could get a nice, sedate Plathydon, not a Krawkadon.” She paused. “How much… how much food is left?”
by peirigill |  | Agent 42Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes.
by opossumman |  | The Unsettling AftereffectsThe investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects. One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.
by jannafer |  | Plight of a KnightThe chains jangled on my legs and wrists like bells. They had blindfolded me, but a musty scent told me wherever I was going was grimy and cold. The guide beside me kept a firm grip on my arm as I inched along, as my body moved me forward in spite of myself.
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Scientific Look at Conspiracies & Mysteries
Welcome to a fun and enlightening journey behind the many oddities and hidden facts that lie deep within Neopia's depths. If you took this class by accident, you're stuck here... there's no getting out. If you have a genuine interest in the horrifying-conspiracies and dread-mysteries that perplex the minds of countless scholars, you're in luck! They'll call you mad, they'll call you insane! But in the end, this class will prepare you for many things; those who operate behind the scenes, nightmarish events kept away from public eye for good reason, forbidden places that are indeed forbidden for a reason and so much more. Prepare yourself for the dark descent into that which is not meant to be known!
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Neopia is a world filled with many wonders! But with many wonders comes many mysteries, and Neopia is no exception. With there being so many lands, each with their own set of mysteries, I’ll be looking into one of the most well known mystery for each land and see what I can discover about them. There will be answers, intrigue, twists, and certainly more questions created.
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 Shopkeepers: The Truth Behind the Counter
And then I did a double-take. Because the shopkeeper was none other than Fyora herself. Her Royal Faerie Highness was standing there behind the counter, waving as I left the store dumbstruck. What was the Faerie Queen doing tending a small shop in Altador, waiting for passers-by to peruse her employer’s selection of partially-eaten omelettes?
by cosmicfire918 |
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 Strange Strangers: Part One
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 Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Three
I had never found the dark scary as a young child. I had never trembled in bed at night, conjuring up imaginary monsters that purportedly lurked beneath my bed, behind my dresser, and inside my closet. But after the Kougra thrust my bottle into the depths of his backpack, I felt a jolt of fear unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
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