|White Weewoos don't exist. *shifty eyes*
||Issue: 754 | 21st day of Collecting, Y18
|The Perfumed Plight of a Posh Princess Chessangie the Royalgirl Draik was sifting through the mail at her house when she noticed a beautiful envelope which bore a rosy pink hue. She saw that it was addressed to her, so she opened it. She was enthralled by the sparkly glitter and intricate details on the card which she found inside.|
|The Story of Ash and IceThis is my story about the origin of Baelia, the grey faerie, and Taelia, the snow faerie.|
|The DinnerIt was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed.|
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|UneventfulThe big blue eyes remained unblinking, a pinpoint of light in a dimly lit room. Her smile rested like a mask on her face, disguising any emotions that flitted through her head. She sat calmly, waiting for him to finish. He smiled at her. "What do you think?"|
|Learning from Rejection: A Story of RedemptionDue adjusted the basket hanging from the crook of her elbow before putting her paw on the doorknob on the front door of her home. After being let off early from work, she was excited to spend the day working on her arts and crafts. As soon as she opened the door, however, she smelled the distinctive, salty scent of jelly tinged tears. |
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"The Dinner" by grimmbones7
It was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed. He grew tired of the same routine day in and day out. He pondered retiring for a moment and then shook his head. If he gave up the shop, he wouldn’t have anything to keep him occupied.
He remembered years and years ago when he owned the Food Shop with his wife and son.
Young Alfred sprinkled the flour on the counter as his son helped to flatten out the dough.
“Papa, do I roll it out like this?” the little chia asked.
Alfred looked down at his son and laughed.
“You have flour on your nose!”
Annie popped her head in the kitchen.
“Come on boys, we have to get the bread out for the customers!”
Alfred smiled. Annie was always rushing around to get everything done. He took over flattening out the dough, got them in the pans, and lifted them into the oven. As he set the time, he went to the orchard to get the baskets of fresh fruit.
“Papa, look at me! Look at me, I’m flying!”
|The Best and Worst of Neopia|
The one thing about growing up in the land of Neopia is… Well… There are a lot of things! For one, think of all the friends you have made over the years, not just in your Owners’ guild, but in all the lands around you. You think your Owner is as well traveled as a Neopet? Well, maybe not in that strange fantasy world called the ‘real world’ that your Owner supposedly lives in, but here in our world? Yeah, right
|The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part Two|
The wind from the door breezed through Biggs skull. He huffed a short exasperated sigh and climbed down from the small, creaky stoop. He gingerly placed the bouquet against the door, turned around, and left the thorny thicket. He wandered slowly around the park until the sun fell away and the glittering specks of starts littered the sky.
|Casting a Shadow: Part Three|
Asilvani arrived at the hotel room that morning, with her bag much more filled than usual. She scanned the room. Jimbigy had already left for her morning training with Edna. Asilvani sighed in relief. She opened up her bag.