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Taking Flight

When this story took place, before customizable pets, wings were procured only by the rare acquisition of a paint brush.

by meridaquan
Feeding Mr. Scary

A Baabaa darted out of the old barn screaming for dear life. Its bleating screech pierced the ears of a Usul nearby.

"What's the matter?" she said as the Baabaa slowed down to a wobble. T

by likelife96

A Difference of Opinion

“Many years ago, faerieland was in the clouds, high above Neopia. It was a city up in the clouds, kept aloft by the air faeries. Then one day it fell.”

An indignant Christmas lutari quickly interjected, “I know, I know! It wasn’t that long ago, I remember it.”

by chloezzz123

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"Rasputin's Revenge" by trishabeakens
A magical cloud swallowed the famous land of Altador in a thick blanket of darkness. The land of sunny skies and bright futures was now drained of all signs of life. Nera felt helpless, her people were in danger and nothing she could do would help. She failed them, they counted on her in the beginning and trusted her. They went across the seas with her, trusting her decisions and plans. They trusted her to be a fair and just leader. They trusted her every second of their journey to a new world. And she failed them. Nera sat up, breathing hard. A nightmare...that's all it was, a nightmare. She got out of bed and walked over to the large window. Altador was peaceful. The residents were walking around the city, chatting and shopping. Children's laughter filled the air as they played Yooyuball in the fields. One could say, the land of Altador was a haven to all Neopians. No matter if you were an Aisha, or a Zafara, you would be welcomed with open arms. Nera let out a sigh of relief. The nightmare wasn't real. Her people and Altador were safe. The dark cloud wasn't real. She rubbed her messy bed head, and walked back over to the bed. Then she realized... she was late. She almost forgot what she had to do today because of that ridiculous nightmare.Oh no.. oh no..no I'm so late!" Nera spoke aloud to herself as she was panicking. She hurried to get dressed and neatly fix her side of the bed. Her usually well-groomed brown hair was now a total mess.

Other Stories


Neoquest 2: Meridell Sprint Through
Welcome to my Neoquest 2 sprint through guide! If you’re like me and are interested a couple of avatars and a trophy, trying out Neoquest is for you!

by califorthehomeless


Tales and Details
Great fiction writers are some of the best magicians of our time. With a wave of their pens and some magic words – Presto! – the faeries suddenly dance and sway to the swirling voice of the wind as it passes through trees in the heart of the glade one Summer day. “Not to your liking?” with a flick of the wrist, a planet stops spinning and bursts open like a party popper, raining streaks of bits and rockets unto an unsuspecting sun.

by muuper


Leave Room for the Impossible:Part Three
“I told you Poogle five was where it was at!”

Eliss laughed, holding a bag of faerie popcorn that she was sharing with Anna. It tasted more buttery and delicious than any popcorn they had ever eaten in Tyrannia.

by unfogging


The Shadow of Takeryuu:Part Two
The first couple of days of Eunji's journey were peaceful. These mountains were covered in thick, ancient woodland, very sparsely populated save for the occasional temple, but she was not headed close to any of them. She was aiming for the farmlands to the west—and to the Imperial City, if need be. If that was where darkness festered, that was where she would probably find her answers.

by cosmicfire918


The Ultimate Method
An Ace up the sleeve against very strong opponents

by rfe260302


Unlucky Random Event
An ominous looking Pteri strolls up to you & cackles...

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by neschulz

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