Archives: Poetry Utopia
A Collection Of Past Works
Cosmos
vast, obscure, mysterious
glimmering, overwhelming, propagating
beautiful, luminous, majestic, undiminished
moving, expanding, spinning,
spiral, elliptical
Galaxies
Poetry @ Athena (wingsofathena)
Stars
small, quaint, countless
twinkling, breathtaking, lingering
real, abundant, hot, powerful
glowing, smattering, blazing
nameless, faraway
Suns
Poetry @ Athena (wingsofathena)
Leaf
Green, lithe, graceful
falling, swirling, alluring
lively, nimble, ambrosial, elegant
fascinating, inspiring, smooth
soft, delicate
Blossom
Poetry @ Athena (wingsofathena)
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PIZZA LIMERICK ATTACK!
This is what happens if Athy is desperate for pizza…
Written By:
Athena
Pizza Cravings
A sick Koi wanted pizza for dinner
With his mom he continued to bicker,
Get pepperoni with cheese
Topped with mushroom and peas!
In the end the Koi only got sicker.
Count Von Pizza
Von Roo ordered pizza that night.
When he entered all cowered in fright.
Give me two, said Von Roo.
Pizzaroo gave him two.
Not paying, he vanished from sight!
Mozarella, Mozarella!
No fast food could ever compare
To pizza cheese oozing with flair
What cheese? Mozarella!
I'm broke! Mozarella!
Drooling from the window I stare.
Sloth's Pizza
Sloth cooked up the greatest evil that day
When a red grundo walks in with a tray
He bellowed, Grundo! Begone!
But sir, your pizza it's done!
His stomach growled and Sloth said, Ah okay!
Pizza Is Good, Not Bad
Although pizza is not healthy food
You and I know it tastes pretty good
Those meat chunks with mushroom
The lush smell, hot cheese plume
It's not bad so my doctor's just prude!
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A Girl Called Mandy
Written By:
Craigolas
There once was a girl called Mandy.
She found peanuts handy.
She threw them around
Fell to the ground
And was stomped on by Craigy.
Ta diddly-da~
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DOUBLE, MY DOUBLE
Written By:
Athena
Double, double, toils and bubble!
Another me exists? That's impossible.
Sure, more often than not, I keep thinking
That my rationality keeps further sinking
To the back of my mind where no one can reach
Not even I - so please do not preach.
Double, double toils and trouble!
My world burns of sunshine and jubble!
You can never understand someone like me!
Not you who clings to prejudice and fallacy
Don't take another step, stay where you are!
Or would you rather have that face marked by a scar?
Double, double, toils and trouble!
My world is made of abstracts - GET OUT!
You will never understand what I'm all about!
Get away from me, I don't need you.
I don't need anyone who can't embrace us two.
Before you betray me, run as far as your feet can take you!
Faster - run, run run! - faster! Oh, what will you do?
Ah, the rush of excitement speeding through my veins
This longing to dig my claws, oh, how it pains
There is no escape, you are making me mad
Should it matter if I do something bad?
Yes it does! - screamed my other half
And I answered sourly, Don't make me laugh!
Why should you care for those who treat you like dirt?
You'll achieve nothing! NOTHING! If you resort to avert!
Teach them a lesson, that's what I say
Otherwise they'd do it again, there's no other way!
Lam! Please open your eyes! Can't you see?
Neither will violence be the proper key.
Double, oh my double, heed me, don't be so trite
Enough of the hurting, it won't make anything right!
Thank you for worrying so much about me.
You being with me is enough to make me happy.
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NO NEED FOR WORDS, LITTLE ONE
In Loving Memory, Scratch's Family Line
(Scratch, Kururu, Runt, Cornet, Jewel, Sashimi, Sushi, Champy)
Written By:
Athena
The first time I saw you alone in your cage,
Whilst sniffing the air, your movement hard to gauge.
Round and around, so restless you seemed.
Until I saw your predicament from how your eyes gleamed.
Your cage was bare, neither water nor bowl;
And the way you roved warily shook my very soul.
I barged into the store and calmly scolded the staff
For having left you with neither food nor water to quaff.
Excuse after excuse, they told me you were no good
For you bite every customer in a perpetual bad mood.
No need for words for me to comprehend,
You're in a harrowing ordeal, you were facing fate's end;
And so with nary a thought, I bought you instead.
The staff scooped you up carelessly and my heart bled.
You struggled and squeaked, scared of your plight,
I didn't know what to do, to witness such a sight;
Though I know my actions would someday be contrite
My mind says it's wrong, but my heart says it's right.
I decided to take you home and gain back your trust,
For I know your faith in humans had crumbled to dust;
Then in a week or two, you warmed up to me.
What a little sweetheart you turned out to be!
You were gentle and jaunty, so frisky and cute.
Whoever brands you nasty, I would deeply confute!
Whenever I go home, I always played with you
Soon our small hamster family multiplied by two;
Your squabbles gave me headaches, if only you knew
Yet I was never bored with either of you.
It wasn't very long when your number turned eight
I have never been happier, no need to contemplate.
You little goobers lifted me from my mortal sorrow
But having you by my side gave me a happier tomorrow.
If only life was eternal, we could be together so long,
And this newfound joy could be our never ending song.
Days turned months, and months turned to years;
Gradually I began to see all my worst fears.
One by one, you slipped away from me.
In the blink of an eye, we've lost propinquity;
For days, I cried and cried, not knowing what to do.
I feel so lost when I am not with any of you.
When I look at the cage, I was now all alone.
There's neither a glow nor a sign of life shown;
Your cage was now bare, neither water nor bowl.
And the unspoken loneliness shook my very soul;
Did you know how difficult it was for my tears to cease?
Oh Mother Nature, did you not hear my desperate pleas?
They were all very special and important to me.
Why did you just watch me when I sobbed piteously?
I know this is part of life but it just hurts so much.
Give me one more day, so I can feel the warmth of their touch.
Please, I want to laugh and play with them, just one more day.
So I can show how much I care, they don't have to stay.
But who am I kidding, Mother Nature? This can't come true.
They are destined to cross that bridge and be together with you.
Why does one life end earlier than the other?
Why can't we just all go together?
But when I dig deeper, this love is more than what life is;
Perhaps life is short so we can build everlasting memories.
Those etched mementos I'd someday cherish and hold on to,
So I can look back and recall those days I spent with you.
You left a silent promise that someday we'll play again.
Time heals all wounds, in this journey I shall not hasten;
It will take me a while to be there, but with each beat of my heart
I know that you're alive and healthy somewhere, that's your spirit's art;
Sometimes I wonder if you've all been happy with me, as I was with all of you,
Ponder if all those happy memories we've shared were indeed true.
Then I see you all in my dreams, with eyes as bright as day;
Now I remember, little one, no need for words on what you wish to say.
One more time let me feel your breath fly across the vast sky's blue.
I know in the deep stillness of my heart, someday, forever, I can be with you.
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AN ENDLESS BEGINNING
By:
Athena
Possess, and you shall experience loss.
Try, and there will always be failure.
Struggle, and ahead you will feel defeat.
With each discovery, we yield.
For every trust we give, we become empty.
When we receive, we feel honoured.
The complicated is actually simple, my friend!
For it is not bestowed from without
But rather what we become from within.
This is my hello, and also my goodbye.
But this is just the beginning – a rather soft beginning;
A beginning that leads to separating;
Will there ever be only a hello, or only a goodbye?
Perhaps one arises from the other
So we can both remember and forget.
The earth does not collect payment from us for shelter;
Nor do the trees feel indebt to the sun for their growth.
We are free creatures, giving and receiving.
So spread your wings and take the fall.
Don't try, just be, and you will fly.
Hold your breath and become the wind.
For each moment is an ending;
And each moment, a beginning.
There is nowhere else to be,
Nobody else you'd rather be.
Wave a goodbye and say a hello;
For every hello, you bid a goodbye;
Until neither of us could be the past self we knew
In an endless beginning, in whatever we do.
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MUSIC
By: Athena
Music,
in its ultimate flow,
causes the rest of the world
to vanish
and the arms of time
to accelerate
at the first skillful
push of the keys.
Close your eyes
and you get lost in daydreams,
travel through spaces,
cherish true love,
and those other pleasurable things
that continue
to secretly exist
in the human mind.
When the notes,
sharps,
and flats
weave together
an unforgettable story is formed
and it can be
presented in different ways.
Just like in writing...
When a story is the piano,
the keys are the literary devices;
the musician is the writer,
and the musical piece the genre.
All these elements combined will form a story of life,
of tragedy, of suspense, of mystery, of humor,
of the unknown, of another world,
and of the future.
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A NEOPET'S SONG TO ILLUSEN
By: Athena
Illusen, my summer
Such warmth, such passion;
Her eyes aglow with love for flora and fauna
A strength burning through our very souls
As the sun's heat simmers down, we realize
That she had lit an inner candle inside us
With an entrancing flame, calm and gentle;
Just like in summer.
Illusen, my winter
Such wisdom, such purity;
Her endless love for learning
Armed with a sword adorned by the faeries
Ready to strike its eldritch blade upon evil
Cooling the raging inferno it brings
The magic that stays in its wake
Is the lucent epiphany of snow
In the cold, we realize we need to keep warm
The invisible, profound warmth we seek from others;
Just like in winter.
Illusen, my autumn
Such beauty, such grace;
The friend of fall, looking to bring changes,
Come what may, that is what she'd sing
She feels no need to falter in our time of need,
A faerie who is always there, waiting;
Waiting for a chance to embrace the dying river
And someday, give life to trees that wither
The leaves breathe their last
Welcoming a new future
Just like in autumn.
Illusen, my spring
Such vivacity, such brightness;
Whenever the flowers bloom, she restores life
To a garden that rushes with a flow of colors
And a day begins with a happy song
A jamboree of tweets and resounding plops of dewdrops;
She takes our little paws in her soft hands and we run,
We celebrate a rebirth and shout to the clouds
We are the luckiest in the world
For she is by our side, giving us a push to live fully
Telling us there is always hope
As long as we are alive
Just like in spring.
Illusen, the epitome of all four seasons
She makes everything beautiful.
To say more is not possible.
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The Valentines Song
Written By:
Mobug
...(beegees - tragedy parody) so please listen to tragedy whilst reading this...
Valentines!
It's that time of year when friends unite,
Its valentines, fun for the meerca's,
all the minions hide!
It's time for neopians to come and play,
Cos the sloths are all hiding away!
Yeah far away! For the day!
Far away! Ya-ay-ay-ayyyy!
Valentines!
When the sunshines out and the laughters loud!
It's valentines, when the kids still shout,
but theres no sloths about!
It's great fun for all,
With love all around us
Up there in the air!!
Okay this is sad! I know! I figured I would test out my parody writing skills and I faillleddd!
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Archives: Stories Omega
A Collection Of Past Works
Hartore
Written By:
Nea
You hear a rustling noise as you open the door to what you discover to be a room stuffed with everything from old pots and pans to tools of
all shapes and forms. Rays of golden sunlight from the old, dirty windows make the dust sparkle as it is stirred from the shelves while
someone frenetically moves things around.
I know I put it here, I'm absolutely certain that it lies somewhere on this shelf... You squint
your eyes and manage to distinguish a busy character in a dark corner
of the room. You clear your throat to announce your presence, and at
once there is complete silence.
A pair of big, glowing red eyes are surveying you, and you get the impression that every piece of information that you carry on your body is observed and attentively
stored somewhere behind those ruby orbs.
Welcome, visitor, the creature finally greets you with a high pitched voice. Accompanied by a
few crashes and some slamming a mynci cautiously approaches you until
he stands only a few meters away. You become aware of how your nostrils
are widening at the sense of a curious mixture of scents; the dry smell
of dust, the rich aroma of a damp, wakening forest in the dawn and just
a little, stinging hint of something you've never encountered before.
You try to speak, but the words never leave your throat. A dry, and
surprisingly hard and cold finger is gently stroking the skin of your
hand. The claw at the very end of the finger looks sharp enough to
pierce through leather, though it barely touches you and leaves your
skin unharmed. Your mouth feels dry, and as you follow the marks on his
arms all the way up to his face, one word is spoken in the shivering
silence of your mind:
Hartore. That single word is quickly followed by
a mad cackle.
Then is only darkness.
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Forgotten
Written By:
Athena (300-Word Challenge)
The branches form an eloquent web against dusk, blotting over the faintly illuminated lane in a concave as if creating a secret pathway over it, protecting it from the sky. On a bench not far ahead sat a petite Royal Kyrii gazing up at the full moon, her face recondite.
Hair cascading over her shoulders until about a quarter of it curled on her lap, she leans forward on her elbows and props her chin up with her hands. Slowly, without making a sound, and hoping she wouldn't notice me, I gravitated toward the same bench and took a seat next to her.
Even while we sat alone underneath the balm touch of the moonlight, listening to the crooning whispers espoused within the wind, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the same bubbly and vibrant princess I knew.
The princess before me looked so distant, so lonely, as though all life had left her. Even the song she had been humming seemed off and ghastly, a daunting combination of odd notes I've never heard of in my life.
Your highness?
The princess realized she wasn't alone and stopped humming. Usually she'd turn and smile, assuring me she's okay, but tonight she didn't even budge. Seeing her this way made it hard for me. I've always watched her and cared for her as her royal bodyguard. I've always protected her ever since she was a little girl.
But that night was the first time I felt I couldn't protect her. Not when she refuses to open her heart to me. Not when she seems like a stranger to me.
The clouds washed off the moonlight and the princess lifted her face toward me, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Who are you? Her eyes were glazed.
Have we met before?
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The Strange Dream
Written By:
Athena
I had a strange dream last night. A high-pitched prattle accompanied by feeble weights on my blanket awoke me from a deep slumber. Instinctively, I brought up a hand to rub my tired eyes, still half-sleepy. What could it be at his time of the night?
Feeling the need to investigate the sound, I lowered my blanket right below my nose. What I found woke me up instantly. Atop my blanket were two bizarre meepits slapping each other with zeenanas – zeenanas that were twice their height and probably a hundred times heavier than them.
They were squeaking over something I couldn't make out; thankfully, having been through meepit language school for over a couple of months, I was able to interpret bits and pieces of their argument – or meeps, to be more precise.
One of the meepits, a tan one with a pink flower on its head, muttered something about
emotions and
hurted.
You has no right to call me that! it cried, then slapped the other meepit with the zeenana. Its nemesis, a pink meepit, tumbled a few inches from the impact but hastily got back on its feet and clambered next to the sobbing meepit.
I can has say whatever I want, you Feepit! snarled the pink Meepit. The other meepit gasped, hurt by the insult.
How dare you! You has hurted my feelings again! You relentless! You ebul! It was so wrapped up ranting and sobbing that it didn't notice the zeenana coming at it from above. I flinched at the sound of a loud thwack, followed by a meep. When I reopened my eyes, the meepits were gone.
Weird, wasn't it? Why were there meepits in my room?
That night I resolved to stop drinking 15 cups of coffee a day.
The next day, I drank 16 cups of coffee.
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A Scene from the Forest Of Dreams
Written By:
Athena
Dedicated to my dear friend, Jezzybee. This scene is a teeny-weeny chunk of yet another series I'm working on. Rathiu and Aoren are her pets. Yes, I haven't given up on that plot Jezzybug! It's improving every time, I think. XD
When she opened her eyes, they were hovering half-way above a large, round clearing. Aoren, still holding on to the Desert Draik, beheld the glory that surrounded her. The trees were amazingly huge and lofty; flowers stippled the roots, attached to thick purple and blue vines coiling around the trunks. Tendrils of different lengths with prim bell-shaped aquamarine flowers hung vertically from the branches, swinging with the breeze, barely visible to the eye that even the flowers seemed to be the ones cascading from the branches instead.
Towering over them were lithe branches that covered most of the sky, thus giving the forest a comfortable dim lighting. Sunlight leaked through the millions of gaps between the leaves in thin diagonal poles, bathing the forest with variegating rainbow-colored shapes of different sizes. Shapes of wonder and peace, Aoren marvelled, swaying back and forth over the ground.
She couldn't believe such a beautiful forest existed. It was like a forbidden paradise taken out of a dream, a mystical world nary to the rest of Neopia.
Finally. We're here, said Rathiu.
Illusen's forest.
The forest of dreams. Is this really Illusen's Forest? I've heard so much about it from the stories my nanny told me. I've imagined it to be a beautiful place but… she breathed in awe, staring at the flecks of sparkling faerie dust that drifted past them, thousands afloat and glimmering in different colors.
…the real thing is even more beautiful, Rathiu.
Rathiu shook his head.
I don't suppose you expected anything less?
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Dungeon
Written By:
Craigolas
RedSerio – Red : Preditor_8 – Pred : Jeranaki – Jen : Zratak - Zratak
Craigy's neopets, the 3 Grarrls and the Eyrie
Oaft, my head...Red rubbed his head and looked around. It was pretty dark and there was a shackle around his ankle.
I think I've slept on something. Jen woke up and pulled a squashed Turmac from underneath her.
Whoops... sorry little buddy.
Red stood up and tried shaking his shackle off.
Where are we Red? Jen asked the question, not showing much concern.
I don't know Jen, Maybe Pred ate us... he sleep-eats a lot.
Hey, it's a real problem. It upsets my stomach and means spontaneous needs for the toilette! Pred walked and fell, realising he was shackled as well.
There lays the oldest and wisest of us... ARE YOU CHEWING THE FLOOR?
Pred jumped up brushing himself off.
I smelt Turmac... I think one may of been here and it smelt like it was covered in fat... I wish we had bigger arms I can't scratch my back. Pred was unaware he just called Jen fat and the next time she has the chance, will hit him with a recently squashed Turmac.
Hey Jen, do you think Red is okay? He looks a bit pale.
Red gave Pred the evil eye. He is a ghost grarrl. Pred and Jen are brother and sister grarrls.
Well if you two are finished poking fun at me... where is Zratak?
At this moment a big TV hung down from the ceiling and Zratak appeared on the screen stroking his Crocalu.
Hello my Grarrl counterparts. For too long I have lived in your shadows. No pun intended Pred (a Shadow Grarrl). With you all trapped here CraigyB will be forced to make me active, and then I can be the special one!
Pred stood up and patted his belly. He looked at his chain, sat and cut it in half. Zratak gasped.
No, you gotta be kidding me?!. Jen clapped.
He will eat anything. Pred walked over to Red and Jen and bit their chains off as well.
You won't get out of my dungeon! Zrataks picture left the screen and the TV folded away. The three Grarrls huddled together to think of an idea.
Pred you're the smartest what do we do? Pred scratched his head and struck the thinking pose.
Well I think we should stand on each other's shoulders and reach the cable the TV came from?
Jen gave Red some neopoints.
Told you he would come up with a dumb idea.
They tried it anyway and they became a giant Grarrl.
Do not fear me, I am like over Grarrls, only giant!
SHUT UP PRED! Jen and Red shouted at the same time. They lost balance and fell against the wall. The wall ripped open and they landed in the neohome's garden. The dungeon was made out of paper stuck together and Zratak was running in the garden being chased by neggs.
He is still trying to make the game Eyrie Chase... it reminds me of something I've seen before. Zratak's Crocalu spotted the Grarrls. And barked.
Can they bark? I thought dogs barked. Pred said with a perplexed look on his face. Zratak ran to a reasonable distance and shouted.
I'm not afraid of you! I know someone who dislikes you as much as I do...he can help me! Heriolasica (his Crocalu)
quickly to the Eyriecopter! The Crocalu ran towards him and they got into a helicopter the shape of an Eyrie's head.
Now that's not necessary, he has wings he could fly. He's just showing off! Pred said, folding his arms in a displeased manner.
How does he afford these things? Jen said, also folding her arms.
Red then joined the arm folding.
He doesn't like us? I thought we were playing a game. Who else doesn't like us?
Later, arriving at a castle in the hills of Shenkuu, the Eyriecopter landed and Zratak walked in the great halls of Gorlus_8 the Lupe.
Well Zratak, did you eliminate RedSerio and his stupid friends?
Zratak twiddled his thumbs (do eyries have thumbs?).
Not exactly they escaped my dungeon. Gorlus stood up and roared.
Dungeon? I gave you a million neopoints to get a big lazer and zap him!!! What did you do with the Million?
Zratak stepped back.
Well you see I wanted to develop my game, Eyrie chase, I needed to buy neggs and...
Gorlus interrupted him.
That silly game, you're still trying to make that game? Have you not heard of Meerca chase? I am taking you off this case, we have a new arrival whom you will be helping. Groxer the Gelert walks in the room.
And you owe me one million neopoints!
Back at CraigyB's neohome. Pred, Red and Jen are trying to figure out who doesn't like them.
Well Groxer was sent to someone else, and he kept me and Jen... said Pred while eating a chair.
I have beaten up Gorlus_8 alot in the battledome. Thump. Red raised this point and fell to the floor as his chair suddenly went missing.
Will the Grarrls survive their next encounter against evil? Find out next time.
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Miyako's Safety from the Storm
Written By:
Sakura
Once there was a Sloth called Miyako, whose owners decided that they no longer wanted her. So they had taken her to the pound where she was caged up and waited days and days, watching the faces of potential owners go by and the faces of the happy pet's leaving.
It came to a time when Miyako slowly started to think that she would never find a home.
Then one scary, stormy day the bell on the door rang and Miyako heard a the voice of a young girl as she wondered through the halls.
Across from Miyako was a stunning Baby Uni, who Miyako was sure to be chosen. The girl peered into Miyako's cage and then after a few moments she moved on,
She went over to the uni's cage and then came back to the middle of the room.
And then in a loud clear voice she said
I have decided!
At that moment Miyako knew she was going to pick the uni, so she went and sat in the corner of the cage.
Just as the tears drowned up in Miyako's eyes, she heard
Miyako, I chose Miyako!.
Suddenly Miyako spun around to see the girls smiling face looking into her cage.
The two of them went together through the door into the storm outside. But Miyako wasn't scared because she was safe next to her new found owner.
The End.
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THE YOUNG LUPE AND THE CURSED CLOSET
Revised: 01.17.2009
Written By:
Athena
The night was dark as usual, but for a young lupe like Bane, living in the Haunted Woods was
extremely
frightening - especially on a real Halloween night.
At first he thought everything would be fine notwithstanding his parents decision to move to the town
where Halloween is celebrated everyday. He is open to new experiences and living in a dark, scary town
might be interesting. After all, he was the son of a Level 200 Defender Lupe and no spooky creature
would want to touch HIM.
It was only after they moved there that Bane realized he was being overconfident. Like a few moments
ago, when he heard something banging from inside his closet - which was, unfortunately, right beside
his bed. He closed his eyes and tried to convince himself that it must have been his imagination. But
somewhere at the back of his mind nagged the primal instinct not to believe this excuse.
His father warned him to stay away from that closet and never to open it. He recalled how serious his
father was when he said it.
That closet is cursed, his father explained while taking a sip from the
soup he had been heating for dinner.
Why do we have it in the first place? Young Bane remembered asking, glancing up from his "How To Be
Better Than Your Father in the BattleDome" book.
Weell, it comes with the house, his father replied, trudging over to the kitchen to slice some cabbages.
Besides, the former owner said it should be left the way it is or it'll bring me bad luck in the battle. A warrior not just trains but depends on luck as well.
Despite his father's attempt at explaining, Bane could not decipher what his father was trying to say,
no did he understand why his room had to be where the closet was. His father had reassured him as long
as he did not open it, he would be just fine - though, truth be told, it was rather tempting.
Promise you won't open it, glowered his father.
I promise.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The noise pulled Bane out of his flashback, and he stared at the closet - torn between fear and curiosity. Although he was unquestioningly scared, he wanted to know what's inside.
He had considered jumping out of bed and run to the next room to wake up his father. Then he recalled how exhausted his father looked when he came that night, probably a close call in the battle arena. He must not disturb him. As a result, young Bane felt angry at himself for being such a coward. How could he be a great battler someday if a mere creature in a closet scares the wits out of him?
He must put a stop to it. The sooner, the better.
He gathered all his courage, flung his blanket aside, and barked at his closet.
Leave me alone!! he cried, his voice filled with awry.
Please, let me out...I'm lonely and hungry and I'm not going to hurt anyone. The previous owner
trapped me here... the voice begged, its voice shaking.
Help me, Bane....
Why should I believe you? If I let you out, you'll bring bad luck to my father! Young Bane
reiterated, stamping a paw on his bed. The bed creaked. He closed his eyes. He couldn't explain why, but his curiosity
had grown. It was the first time he had heard that thing speak to him.
And how did you know my name?!
Several times I heard you and your father talking in your room. Bad luck? That's what the
previous owner wanted you to think. Don't believe him. Believe ME. I'm not bad. He was the one who
trapped me here and left me here, the voice said sadly.
Save me, Little Bane. You're my
only hope.
The young lupe approached the closet and thought it over. He no longer felt fear, but rather,
confusion. He frowned in deep contemplation. What if it was lying? What if it was the truth? He did not know what to do!
Is his curosity enough reason for him to break his promise with his father and risk bringing bad luck to the one thing his father liked doing?
You want to be a great battler, right? asked the mysterious voice.
Yes.
I'm on your side, Bane. The previous owner used to be a strong battler. After giving him good luck for years, he trapped me and made up that story. I can help you!
Bane recalled the words of his father from that time. A warrior not only trains but depends on luck as well. If he opened the door, he could be something great - perhaps even greater than his father. But what if it was not telling the truth? To Young Bane, luck seemed to be sending a challenge to him - a challenge he must face. Maybe whatever it was inside the closet was indeed telling the truth.
He had decided. There was no looking back. He took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, his body trembling, he reached out and grabbed the handles with his paws. He pulled the doors open. Eerie creaks of a door opening echoed throughout the room.
Bane opened his eyes and looked straight into the darkness inside the closet. His whole room was silent, until he heard the voice again. It was now loud and clear, but this time it was laughing in mockery.
Thank you, gullible little Bane.
Bane could not believe what happened! He was tricked! Before he could even think about dashing out of his room, the poor young lupe froze as a large hairy grey wolf with red glowing eyes and claws which made him feel puny stepped out of the closet. The monster leered at him with its evil gaze.
You should not believe everything, you hear. I was a monster the previous owner created - and you will be my dinner after a long time.
The monster lunged at poor Bane, fangs bared ready for a long-awaited Halloween feast. Bane cried out into the night, regretting his decision, and could only wait for everything to be over with.
But his doom never came. When Bane looked up to peek, the monster had been surrounded by jolts of electricity. The monster was also glaring past him.
Young Bane turned around and saw his father standing in the doorway, reading a sealing scroll.
Nobody
touches my son, was what he heard his father mutter before the monster staggered back into the closet in agony. The closet doors shut tightly with magic from the scroll.
The frightened Bane cried and ran to embrace his father.
Father! I was so scared!
His father placed a large paw on his tiny head. Young Bane never felt more safe anywhere than being held in the arms of the great lupe who raised him.
Halloween increases the power of the curse, as I was warned. I knew you would open it. There, there. He tried to comfort his sobbing son.
I couldn't tell you because I wanted it to be a lesson for you. I've been searching for this scroll just in case
you did break our promise.
I'm sorry, father! Bane sniffled.
I thought I would be a good and strong warrior like you and
believed what the monster said. But you said I should depend on luck...
His father laughed.
Well, Bane, my son, you have to be stronger first before you can even think about having luck side with you. You can never achieve it in an instant. You do it by working hard. Great things don't usually come from magic you know.
That scary Halloween night, Bane learned his first lesson as a battler and it changed his perspective for the rest of his life.
As for the closet, it remained as still as the night, even after Bane and his parents moved out - waiting and waiting for its next prey.
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WINTER WARMTH
Written By: Athena
Prologue
Evergreen was a Wreathy reputed for his eternal red leaves - quite the irony for a petpet specie whose
leaves are typically known for reminding people that warmth teems beneath the snow, a beautiful forest
green color which gives life to the bleak, frosty season of winter.
Many of us joke we want to be different, that we want to be special; henceforth giving birth to ideas
of heroes and miracles. But for Evergreen, having leaves of crimson hue, being unique was a terrible
curse he had to live with.
For years Wreathy petpets were a craze in Terror Mountain, a must-have for every Neopet. But pets and
owners alike shy away from Evergreen, totally turned off by his blazing red color.
Evergreen used to jump with excitement when the bells tingle, prompting the shopkeeper that a customer
has entered the store. Wreathy kept wishing one of them would pick him and make him part of their
family. Now he spends every waking moment alone in the corner of his little glass prison, sadly
watching other wintery petpets being embraced by their new guardians.
He wanted to breathe the cool air, to run around and feel alive; he wished to share the warmth of
another. But his wretched red leaves made it impossible, and this depressed him to a point where he no
longer cared over what happens to him.Soon the shop owner decided to sell him in the black market as a
kind of food commodity for Florgs.
The daughter, aware of her father's intentions and the quivering Wreathy's fate, took pity on him. She
sneaked him to the backdoor while her father was away one evening and set him free in the nearby
woods.
Make haste, little red Wreathy! Run before father returns and don't ever come back!" she
said, her eyes darting around with anxiety. There was something in her eyes that pierced his heart and
propelled him to move.
With one last look at the petpet shop, Evergreen felt the push of a strong wind against his feet - the
same wind which sent him running to the dark abyss between the foliage of black ferns.
A family of jubjub gnomes found him half-buried in the snow, barely conscious and suffering from a
high fever. The young jubjub gnome who originally found him took an interest in Evergreen, amazed by
his red color. His brothers begged to differ. Nevertheless, that jubjub gnome's family took him in and
convinced the elders to treat him like he was part of their community.
They nursed him back to health and took him in. Evergreen was grateful; however, he didn't know what
was in store for him.
When the darkness peaks at midnight, these jubjub gnomes would steal from the people of Terror
Mountain - just for fun. He knew at the bottom of his heart that it was wrong, but he couldn't help
himself. He didn't want the jubjub gnomes to hate him. After everything they did for him? It was the
least he could do. Besides, the people of Terror Mountain deserved to have stuff stolen from them!
Don't they?
So he helped the jubjub gnomes in their mischievous capers. One night, the jubjub gnomes decided to
try and swindle some potions from Taelia's Igloo. There, right outside Taelia's Igloo, he met the one
friend who would break down the walls he built around his cold heart.
Sometimes, the warmth we seek could be found in the most unexpected of places. Just like how there are
plants waiting to break out of the snow-covered earth.
And this is where Evergreen's tale begins.
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Remorsha's Valentines Day
Haven Story-Telling Act 1
Written By: Athena
Revised: 03/28/2009
Sunbeam glided through a gap between the curtains, slanting until it formed a bright circle on the floor. With the pillow mashed against my left cheek, I felt that even if I hear screams of panic, separating from this soft and comforting position would be impossible.
I turned over and reached for the remote control, pushing the power button with one hoof. It's a typical
routine: wake up, watch a bit of television and go back to sleep. Who knows if some great scientist
had discovered a new species of petpet overnight or maybe some kind of revolution is brewing in other
parts of Neopia?
Or maybe Sloth has finally decided to take up modeling.
I wouldn't want to miss that.
To my disappointment, all the morning news broadcasted were neopets and humans being all cuddly and mushy with each other. I glanced at the calendar and realized today was
that time of the year again -
that occasion which I find more revolting than Christmas.
Valentines Day.
And the Valentines Day Fever had once again grazed the minds of
every fruit loop in Neopia.
Great! Every freaking channel just had to celebrate this
utterly boring occasion! What's wrong with this world?!
I decided right there never to leave my bedroom in hopes I could live through this, and I was about to go back to sleep when a loud banging at my door jabbed through my brain.
Remorsha!! Wake up!! It's an emergency!
It was Knot, being noisy so early in the morning -…on Valentines Day too, something I would expect him
to do. At least some of us remained unscathed by the love flu.
Emergency? I wondered, groaning inwardly. The only emergency I was willing to acknowledge was my bedroom door, my only protection from the rest of the world currently going all lovey-dovey, about to be torn down by that trespassing Plushie Kacheek.
Now
that was an emergency.
REMORSHA WAKE UUUP!! I swear if you don't wake up I'm going to make Ainzli blow up this door!! And
you know she would NEVER pass up an opportunity to try out one of her new experiments...which happens
to be a bomb!
ARGH! What the vegetable is wrong you?! I shrilled, flopping my blanket aside. I leaped out of
the bed and groggily staggered toward the closet, rummaging through the mess of clothes obviously just
thrown there without regard. When I get my hands on Athena for dumping my clothes just like that, I'm
going to...
Oh, wait.
Athena usually relays all clothes to me. She never touches my
wardrobe. I was the one who dumped them there.
Oops. Right. Never mind.
I continued my search for a robe in vain, hardly able to distinguish the clothes from the trinkets.
There were a bunch of shirts, shorts, dozens of scarves, two pairs of black boots in the closet (where
did those come from?) but NO robe.
I've forgotten
nobody did the laundry in five whole days since Athy left to lurk in the neoboards - the scariest
place in Neopia. Nobody else in our neohome was willing to rinse all those dirty clothes, except for
Athy,
especially not me.
Believing there was no way this emergency Knot was bugging me about would require me to go
outside under the sunlight - in public - where neighbors have the right to point and laugh at my poor
fashion taste, leaving the room in my pajamas seemed to be my only option.
I trotted past the bed, hopped over a pile of dirty clothes, and opened the door to face a panting
Knot who looked like he recently ran a hundred miles.
Did he go jogging? Impossible. Knot is as physically unfit as I am - if not in a worse state.
He looked terrible, his apparent annoyance forming a deep ridge between his eyebrows. He adjusted his monocle and when he had finally stopped wheezing, he gathered himself and looked straight at me.
Lamendria. She looks weird, he said flatly. Had it not been for the annoyance written
all over his face, I would have assumed nothing was wrong at all. So Knot was exhausted because
Lamendria looked weird. Pondering over which part of the grey gelert looked weird, I concluded that
should be nothing out of the ordinary.
Huh? That's your emergency? Lamendria's always weird, I stated, feeling irritable myself for
being woken up for something so obvious. I'm not exactly a morning person. And so was my temper.
Are you sure this is urgent? Because I really don't want to leave my room
right now. It's Valentines. Valentines give me the cooties.
Knot nodded in firm truth. I gave in and decided it couldn't possibly hurt to believe him, unless this
was some kind of trick. I studied his face closer and found no trace of deception. Come to think of
it, Knot really had no reason to lie.
I followed him to Lamendria's room, which was next to
mine, and braced himself as he prepared to push the door open. He looked hesitant.
I couldn't
blame him. An awful stink was corroding from the fissures underneath the tightly-shut door. I covered
my nose with one hoof. We could practically see the transparent green gas thing oozing from
below.
I also smell cake mixed with the horrid scent.
Knot, you didnt steal the chocolate cake
Athy bought her, did you? You know how Lam goes haywire if someone dares steal her cake! I
asked Knot suspiciously, to which he reacted with a quick shake of his head.
No. Of course not! he protested, sending me a really hostile glare. He stuck out his tongue.
Very mature, I thought. I didn't know whether to believe him on this. He had been stealing Mend's cakes since she first arrived, just for the sake of getting her to switch to Lam.
A few glares exchanged between us before he finally pushed open the
door, ever-so-slowly.
Before you put words in my mouth Morse, you better see
this.I don't think I need to see it in order to know what's coming. Whatever it is I can smell
it, I remarked, wrinkling my nose and squinching an eye.
It's like that time you ate all those
bean cakes and whew! That was one eruption I'll never let you forget.
Ignoring my last comment, Knot proceeded to open the door and we stepped inside.
On the floor, numerous stray petpetpet twitched on their backs gasping for air. Lucia, Mend's petpet
who's supposed to be with her everywhere she went, was nowhere to be found. I've got to hand it to
Lucia, she knew how to save herself.
I roved my way past a large overturned cardboard box and located the
source of the problem.
At the corner of the small bedroom, Lamendria was slumped over a desk, face buried in a half-eaten
chocolate cake. Her mouth formed an "O" and her tongue hung limp at the corner of her jaw.
Never have I seen Lamendria in such an overwhelmingly sober state. I stared for what seemed like an
hour, totally dumbfounded.
Guhhhhhh... Lamendria, or what appeared to be a dried up version of her, moaned. I turned to
Knot who seemed to be thinking deeply. He had whipped out a large laundry berret which he used to
pinch his nose. He came prepared. I wasn't.
I nold you, I managed to hear him say as the asphyxiating stench clawed its way through my
nasal passage, spreading a drought in my throat. I had to find fresh air - FAST!
We haf to pring ger to the hawspeetal. I heard Knot say a-matter-of-factly as I darted toward the window and
pushed it open to allow air into the room. I lunged forward and draped half my body over the lower
pane and breathed as much fresh air as I could. The horrid smell from inside the room came gushing out in free flow out the -blocked- Two baby korbats, who had been innocently hanging upside down from a tree branch beside the room playing what looked like rock-paper-scissors, fell from their branch and plummeted to the ground. Their fall was cushioned by a thicket. The babies, regaining consciousness a few seconds later, flew off our yard bawling for their mommies.
When I finally gathered the strength and will to look back into the room, Knot was already navigating
his way through the hills of crumpled wrappers and boxes of chocolates littered on the purple carpet.
As soon as my mind began to function, it produced several hypotheses as to how Lamendria - a usually behaved gelert - ended up that way on Valentines Day.
Everyone in the household knew how Mend hated chocolates, and how her other personality, Lam, happens
to be obsessed with them. Had Lamendria switched back to Mend to gorge on all these chocolates by herself? It was the most logical explanation I could think of.
But more importantly, where did all these chocolates come from?!
We had to clean up this mess somehow.
Knot and I dragged Lamendria to the front porch, almost
driving me to the brink of death due to the smell. The neighbors showed their great, great concern by
slamming their windows shut the moment we stepped out.
I stood guard beside Lamendria on our porch while Knot rushed back inside to call for an ambulance.
A few curious neighbors had emerged from their homes with handkerchiefs to their faces. They gathered on the other side of our fence, their heads bobbing to get a look at the bizarre spectacle that was Lamendria. Around the same time Knot emerged from the house, a familiar Red Xweetok jumped over the small gate and approached us cautiously, making a disgusted face at the twitching Lamendria while she moved closer.
It was our nosy neighbor Jigania.
Ewwww, what happened to her? I've heard of a silly neopet being allergic to Valentines Day
but boy, isn't THAT a bit exaggerated? And why does she smell like chocolate?
Knot snorted. In general, he disliked strangers, which included neighbors and Jigania, and would do
anything to kick them out of what he considered to be his territory. He looked ready to tell her off but I cut in and asked,
What brings you here Jigania?, to avoid any further
problems. Knot and Jigania don't get along and with the situation at hand, there is no way I can handle these two by myself. I could barely handle Knot by myself. Or our weird human, Athena.
Well, that's another news for today. To think something like this would happen during Valentines
Day! Not that it affects me, really, Mo gives me everything I want, Jigania bragged, brushing a
paw over her delicate tail. Knot adjusted his monocle and coughed several times. Jigania, who unfortunately heard,
glared daggers at Knot.
Did you know last night a burglar broke into our houses and stole
everyone's chocolates? Oh dear me, I forgot. You're anti-social. Even if the world ends you'd
still be moping around your house worshipping your Jhudora collection. I bet you wouldn't even notice
if someone stole your chocolate right under your nose because you just don't care. Unlike me,
who's always prepared! I hide mine in a vault, ho-ho-ho! She raised one paw and brought it up to cover her laugh.
Knot crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.
That's right I don't care if someone steals my
chocolate. What makes me wonder is why someone would bother hiding it in a vault. I can understand
money, but chocolates? He was thoughtfully glancing from the large garbage can near him to the
totally clueless Jigania. I sent him a warning look. Knot sighed and looked away, shrugging.
Anyway! continued Jigania with a graceful swish of her fine tail.
Who would be desperate
enough for chocolates to go that far?!
This question ceased the tension in our conversation. Knot and I stared incredulously at Jigania and sent each other knowing looks.
We finally know where the chocolates came from, and we certainly knew who the culprit behind the
stolen goods was. I felt relieved that Jigania was to spoiled and absorbed with herself to bother
treading the deduction field.
As the wailing sirens tore the stillness of the air, and poor Lamendria was strapped to the stretcher,
Knot and I heard Mend whimper,
Please…hate chocolates…no more. End Notes: Lam, Lamendria's second personality, loves chocolates while Mend absolutely hates it.
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Baninc's Valentines Day
Haven Story-Telling Act 2 (Extra Story)
Written By: Athena
Revised: 03/28/2009
Howdy! Happy Valentines Day everyone! Let me introduce myself. My name is Baninc and I am home alone! Now this
is unusual since both Knot and Remorsha rarely go out of the house at this time of the day.
You see, folks, when I returned from the market, I received a call from Knot telling me they were in
the Neopian Central Hospital ICU waiting for Lamendria to be checked into a private room. The resident
doctor explained Lamendria will be back to normal as soon as her body recuperates from what seemed to
be indigestion.
For the meantime, it was vital for them to watch over her while the doctors elucidate the best
treatment possible to replenish her health.
The doctor explained an allergic reaction. But whatever, for now, their goal is to slowly make her
healthy again…blah-blah-blah, Knot rambled over the receiver. I don't know a lot of terms from the
medical or mental health field, but pomp terminologies like "benzodiazepines", "hypothalamic lesions",
"endogenous opioids" and "hahalooklamendriasbeinginjected" circled my head and burst into nothingness
like bubbles.
It was only when Knot finally let the last word slip that I finally understood his complex
gibberish.
...that is why you'll be home alone for the day. Oh, and one of the nurses reminded me that we have
to make a downpayment by tomorrow.
I knew what downpayment meant. It meant a cut in our daily budget and a significant loss in the
neopoints Ive earned for the family while Ath was away. Ath had been lurking the neoboards for days
now and we haven't heard from her since! She probably lost her way trying to find her way home, as
usual. Or she's having some kind of grand adventure we don't know about. Who knows?
For now, since nobody could handle money as well
me, I took it upon myself to be the treasurer
and income earner of the house. What would they do without me, eh?
Anyway, after that conversation with Knot, I walked over to the kitchen counter to fix myself some
milk and cookies.
What was I supposed to do now? Everybody's out except me. Ainzli and the band left a note at the front door that they're preparing for a performance in the Tyrannian Concert Hall. Zanuxar and the others are nowhere to be found either. Szukae and the other peophins are probably out there bothering our neighbors. I'm not really into television unless its about thieves and such, and since today's Valentines day, I doubt there'd be anything interesting.
That's when I noticed while sipping from my cup of milk that a brown paper was attached to the
smooth surface of the refrigerator with a couple of butterfly magnets.
I looked closer and realized it was a checklist I haven't seen before:
Hey Banc! Do all these chores for today!
1. Clean the toilet.
2. Wash the dishes.
3. Order an oreo cheesecake for me.
4. Fix our rooms.
Yours, Knot
That flake Knot - using Lamendria's situation to excuse himself from doing his
own chores.
Do it yourself! And no we have no budget for oreo cheesecake! I muttered, tearing the paper apart.
Bah. At least I still have those chocolates I stole from everyone's neohomes last night!
That's my Valentines Day caper this year: to steal chocolates from everyone, claim to have captured
the thief, and give them all back in exchange for monetary reward. I'd be like a hero and the citizens of the Haunted Woods won't know what hit them! Brilliant if I do say so myself! Nobody would suspect it's me since I am the all-around trust-worthy guy - at least that's what I'd like others to think.
Others believe a guy like me don't have the gall to do unthinkable crimes, and that strong trust is
something I use to my advantage.
I grinned and rubbed my hooks together.
Now where did I put that large cardboard box filled with Valentines Day chocolates?
THE GRARRL SQUAD
Ever wondered why the world doesn't end randomly? It's because a trio of three awesome grarrls are out there stopping evil. Starring the charismatic Pred, the sarcastic Red and finally the always grumpy Jen.
Written by: Craigolas
SPLASH!
Pred landed in the water which suddenly woke him up. He kicked around trying to swim, Grarrls aren't designed to float. Suddenly a Koi appeared and Pred grabbed hold to float.
AAAAAARH! What are you doing?! the Koi shouted as Pred sank his teeth into the Koi. I'm sorry instinct and I'm hungry.
Read the rest of the story here!
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TRENTIC THE GREY LUPE
Written By: Nea
Life. Hrm. It's so overrated. Every day is the same to me. I wake up, eat my breadfish - I even have to catch it myself, imagine that - and head off to Mystery Island for my daily exercise.. As if that's the correct term for that torment! I bet you wouldn't last one day. *sigh*
And imagine being surrounded by foolish smiling pets all day. I don't know what it is about them that scares me, but I do feel very uncomfortable in their presence. It's like I see my reflection in their eyes and suddenly feel so hollow...
But why am I even telling you about this, it's not like I expect you to understand.
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PURPLE DUDE
Written By: Athena
Why do heroes fall? Many times I asked myself this question: first thing in the morning, while eating breakfast, and out when I stroll through the narrow, decrepit back-alley route that snaked the central huts of the Main Marketplace.
At the first bend was where I met Purple Dude – an old, good-natured Purple Ruki and a retired Super Hero of the sort - sitting cross-legged on his mat and only a rickety tent to shade him from the sun.
The paw-sized distance between the top of his head and the ceiling made his antennas droop. Laid flat in front of him were his wares of junk, omelettes, fish, bread, jellies, and those cheap give-away items from last winter.
He wore that cheap shirt and khaki bought from the General Store in contrast to his soft golden eyes, a red stole flung round his neck and his uncovered feet coarse and stomach-knotting as his little business spot.
Greeting me each time I went to the spot was the sight of petpets dozing peacefully around Purple Dude, for he never stopped giving food to stray petpets so long as there were bits to spare.
Sometimes, he'd go hungry just to make sure they had something to eat.
Why are you giving them your meals and the food you're selling? I confronted him once, rather vigorously. I settled beside him as usual, playing with the petpets that were awake.
It annoyed me, the way he thought about others before himself.
I returned to his spot obsessively, the need to correct him tugging at my mind as though it were my life mission.
This is why you sell at a loss more than a profit. Let the customers do the charity!
I'm not good as a merchant as you then, he always said in his pleasant manner.
Leaving the needy alone is not my principle and motto as a Super Hero. If I can't stick to this conviction, I would rather perish.
You're retired. You don't need that motto anymore, I'd always insist, because Purple Dude was a kind neopet, and others take advantage of kind neopets. I felt sorry for him.
I never told him upfront, of course, perhaps subtle hints here and there by volunteering to do some errands because he was growing older and easily tired; it was the least I could do. There was always this characteristic society-driven guilt made that made me feel bad for even thinking about feeling sorry for him.
But what can I do?
That's how I felt.
But doesn't it feel good, to be helped? Purple Dude would reply, always, studying my face when I suddenly grow quiet.
He would smile at me fondly and pat my head.
You're a good kid, he'd say though I didn't feel good at all; on the contrary, I was frustrated.
I wanted to help him out of his rut, but he seemed uninterested at being aided, content with his decrepit life of selfless giving.
Purple Dude is a stupid hero, I thought bitterly while feeling rejected,
I should just leave him alone and worry about myself.
But there was an air about Purple Dude that made me come back, that made me want to stay by him.
When we first talked to each other, awkward would have been the perfect word to describe it.
I was headed to my neopian's shop, a young confident merchant's apprentice, and the back-alley served as a convenient short-cut.
My neopian owns and runs a large shop highflying in the four-digits; you can imagine how big that is, and the bountiful profits he earns leaves a lot left to an average person's imagination.
Time is inimitable in the restocking business, and the reason behind my morning rush was I wanted to make a good impression on him. It was my first day on the job, and probably my only chance to show all my painted brothers and sisters what a plain yellow Shoyru could do.
Excitement pumped through my veins. I wanted to be like my human, to be a brilliant merchant and shopkeeper. Shallow, arrogant and full of vivid dreams, I thought that someday, I'd help my neopian become wealthier than most and beam with pride that his once plain yellow Shoyru has become far greater and valuable than the other neopets.
Never will I be looked down upon again.
Never will I rot in the pound again.
That time, Purple Dude sat in his usual corner, selling his wares and eyeballing the innocuous Yellow Shoyru aflame with the spirit of the trade; he'd joke later, in our frequent meetings, how I glowed like a first place trophy under the thin films of sunlight that somehow reached the alley.
In my haste to keep my eye ahead I neglected to look at where I was going and crashed square into a delivery wagon stocked with tropical food exported from Mystery Island.
The owner of the wagon, a plump and vile Pirate Skeith, dragged me away and pinned me against the brick wall, demanding that I compensate for the damages I'd done to his goods.
But sir, I've no money! I quivered, trying to swallow my fear but all I could feel was his strength.
Then you'll hafta come along with me and pay for it somehow, won't ya lad?! he growled, baring his fangs. Raw meat, probably devoured on his way to Neopia Central, spewed out; he kept pushing me harder and harder against the wall, holding me up by the neck.
Slowly, I realized I was already suffocating from his grip. I felt my neck would snap any moment.
By this time a crowd had gathered, and the other merchants and shopkeepers whispered amongst themselves. Nobody tried to help me.
For the first time, I felt all my dreams and excitement meant nothing; that on my first day of my apprenticeship, I was going to die as penance for my clumsiness.
I yelped and begged, in hopes I sounded incoherent, but the infuriated Skeith wouldn't let me go so I could speak clearly.
Just when I thought my life was over, a bag of neopoints was shoved at the breadth between me and my assailant, dangling and clinking lusciously right above the Pirate Skeith's fat arm.
The Pirate Skeith tilted his head at Purple Dude.
This ruffian with ye?
Yes, he's with me. I'll pay for his damages, said Purple Dude coolly.
Upon hearing it and receiving help from a stranger, I wanted to cry -- not out of embarrassment but because this stranger cared enough to lie and save me.
The claws imprisoning me loosened.
I sank to the ground, choking, bright mood reduced to a frazzled mess.
Let's forget everything that happened, continued Purple Dude.
Those neopoints are more than enough to pay for the damages.
The Pirate Skeith snatched the bag from Purple Dude, zipped it open and counted the coins. He nodded and plucked me off the ground by a wing, smoothly placing me next to the Purple Ruki.
There 'ya go, laddie! Now that's what 'am talking about! You should have said you had a companion earlier. I wouldn't have blown my top!
The Pirate Skeith picked up his fallen, slightly damaged goods and dunked them into his wagon, trundling and disappearing into the next bend, smiling crookedly.
Purple Dude packed his wares and accompanied me to my neopian's shop.
Silence crawled between us until I squeaked,
Why did you save me?
Because you needed help, he answered, besetting me with a friendly wink.
Leaving the needy alone is not my principle and motto as a Super Hero.
At first I thought he was joking, but eventually I learned that he told the truth; he used to work as a super hero for the Defenders of Neopia Association but retired early for unknown reasons. I never questioned him about it.
You see, that day he saved me, I didn't care about Purple Dude's history.
I was more afraid of what my neopian would think of me for my slipshod foolishness as to need saving from someone with a business status lower than myself. He was a proud man, a merchant of many sharp criticisms. The slightest mistake could mar his judgement on me as an apprentice.
After I've worked so hard to make him see me as a valuable neopet…
I'll also keep it a secret from your uncle, Purple Dude said all of a sudden. Naturally, since I didn't really say anything about it, I was startled by what he said. It was like he knew what I've been thinking.
Keep what a secret?
You don't have to worry about your uncle. I won't tell, said Purple Dude.
Eventually I learned of his special ability: mind-reading. A little after that I discovered that the large bag of neopoints he surrendered to the pirate turned out to be his life savings.
It was upon learning this truth that I began to obsess in changing his perspectives, in changing him into a successful merchant because he deserved it; it was the least I could do after the remarkable kindness he showed me.
I never asked him why he'd rather not use his powers to his make money and chose to be a poor merchant. Since he never brought him up, I thought maybe he didn't want to talk about it. Of course, I was curious, but I like being around Purple Dude and I did not want him to be uncomfortable with me.
Honestly, I wanted for things to stay the way they are.
But alas what I never imagined would happen, happened.
One day, after my shopkeeper lessons from my neopian, I went to the back-alley and followed the path to Purple Dude's spot like I always did. But when I got there, there was neither sign of his tent nor him; while the other merchants frayed and raised their voices, in hopes of selling the last of their items, Purple Dude's spot was deserted.
I looked all over for him, called his name until the moon rose like a silver metal plate above the marketplace. Tired from the search I sat curled on his spot.
I didn't care if I looked awful or pathetic waiting for him.
Purple Dude always returned there. He would come.
Suddenly a nervous-looking Red Ixi wearing a beautifully embellished ladies cloak approached me. I've seen her talk to Purple Dude before and if I recalled correctly, she provided him with shelter in her inn.
I approached her and asked for Purple Dude, and the sordid look on the face was one that forever burned in mind.
I'm sorry. He… she said regretfully, trailing off. She couldn't even look at me straight in the eye.
Now I wasn't stupid. From the tone of her voice I knew what befell Purple Dude. But at the time I thought she was lying. The spot where we sat together has always been his spot.
He went off on a journey? Where did he go? I said presumptively, in a flat tone.
The Red Ixi tore up. She buried her face in her hooves, shaking her head. "He was so kind to me. I don't think we'll see him again. He ran into his old foe and he asked me to leave them alone. When I returned, there was no sign of him."
I didn't return to that back-alley the next day, the next, and the day after that. My neopian caught me breaking down in tears while reviewing an account book and he stopped our lesson so we could talk. He'd already heard about what happened to my friend, Purple Dude. I never thought he was the type to care about my personal life, so slightly, I was taken aback that he knew.
He was a great merchant and shopkeeper, he said, clearing his throat. It sounded like he was having a hard time saying what he wanted to say.
Neither was he the most talented nor wise but he's got a kind heart.
I shook my head, depressed but a bit happy for this was the first time my neopian showed concern over my feelings.
No. Purple Dude's more than that -- he's a real hero.
Heroes -- why do they have to fall?
Thing is, heroes – they're ordinary. They have their ups and downs. They enjoy their successes and despair at their failures, doing their best to amble forward through life.
Falling...it happens to everyone, even super heroes.
But true heroes get right back up, knowing exactly what they want in their hearts and follow through. I've cried myself to sleep replaying the Purple Dude's selfless speeches, bits of life that he taught me over and over in my head so that I wouldn't forget.
My neopian mentored me on how to reach my goals. Purple Dude guided me how to live my life by a good principle; and he, surely was, a true hero.
I wish I could have told him how much his kindness meant to me.
I don't know if Purple is still alive, or if he's truly gone. He disappeared from my life as mysteriously as he arrived.
All I know he's right here in my heart. Because he wasn't just any hero -- he was my hero. Above all, he was the best friend I ever had.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach." – Ayn Rand
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A Busy Day in the Employment Agency
Written By: Athena
Author's Notes: I have no idea who the Light Faerie look-alike receptionist in the Faerieland Employment Agency is; she doesn't look like the Light Faerie, but since she's yellow and I don't know what to call her, I'll just call her the Light Faerie.
Credits to Merc (mercuria) for thinking up the name of Mr. Glomptail. :)
Chocolate Turtumflops! I'm so late!
Into the snug, elegant lobby of the Faerieland Employment Agency Mr. Glomptail went, his fifth day on the job, indubitably dogged on reaching the reception – if he could get there in one piece.
Somehow, clients tripled that day and everywhere teemed neopets seeking employment, armed with job coupons and a far superior sense of time than him.
Mr. Glomptail had spent the entire night playing Zurroball, each try being an over-zealous attempt to outscore his previous score; it was a game of endurance that lasted until morning.
Excuse me! he yelped, crashing into a robust battledomer enclosed in carrot armor.
Pardon me! An Xweetok outlandishly groomed from head to tail swiped him with her pretty pink flower bag.
I'm sorry!
The Red Usul was wheezing by the time he reached the reception, and he had to cling to the edge of the carnation pink table for balance. The receptionist, a Light Faerie, looked up from a document she'd been earnestly reading and asked,
How may I help you?
He held up his paw, indicating for the Light Faerie to wait while he caught his breath; and wait the Light Faerie did, for she was the most patient Faerie amongst all her sisters.
Where's the meeting room for that editing job under Supervisor Errrr… Mr. Glomptail droned, his memory fazing out, realizing he had no idea what his boss's name was – typically he referred to him by the nickname
Groucho, and that wasn't even his real nickname, nor did he call him that upfront. He'd fail the job instantly.
Unfortunately we don't have a supervisor that goes by the name of Errrr, said the Light Faerie, the most patient among the faeries, but not exactly the kindest; that was the Soup Faerie's job, tending to the poor and hungry.
But there's an editing staff meeting going on in one of our conference rooms. Go straight ahead, turn right, turn left, third door to the right. When arrows start shooting from the walls that means you went too far. That area's for the Kiko Ninja recruitment team.
Brilliant! Thanks Miss Light Faerie, you brightened my day! Mr. Glomptail said waving thankfully as he zipped off.
The Light Faerie who's patient, but not exactly kind, was also overly sensitive -- and she mistook what he said as a rude light faerie joke.
No Light Faerie Quest for that one, she told a confused neopet who had been peeping over the carnation pink table, waiting for its turn to be served. Then recognizing the specie of the neopet she had just spoken to, she suddenly squealed,
Ewwww! A Red Grundo in Faerieland! She began biting her nails.
Like, aren't you supposed to be in the pound or being kicked around in that filthy pimple-ridden planet?
The shy Red Grundo fidgeted. She turned to her human-master who was busy ignoring her, but totally not using her as an errand tool to have her
brother the Royal Gelert employed. She loved her master. Her trust for her master is higher than the Test-Your-Strength meter.
Clumsily she slid the green job coupon on the table toward the Light Faerie.
Um, m-my master s-says to give it to you, the Red Grundo stuttered.
My brother wants a job?
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Archives: Snippets Collection
A Collection Of Past Drabbles
Written by:
Athena
THEME: DISTORTIONS
Athena the Junkie
Athena knew her friend Knot only had her best interests in mind. Nevertheless, her personal issues were something even he could never understand. She didn't even understand it herself. Weren't her problems really just everyday typical hurdles people could overcome on their own?
But she understood one truth in her situation: they have gone too far sending her to a psychiatrist. Drinking 25 cups of coffee a day did not require any psychological diagnosis as far as she was concerned!
Athena demurred, glaring at a large black pitchfork decoupaged on the glass doors.
I'll cut down everyone's allowances after this.
Nenixzon the Heiress
Being the sole heiress of Quasar and Biosys Corporation, a major rival group of Virtual Pets Station Industries of Kreludor, Miss Nenixzon Jadestar the Faerie Tonu enjoyed the glamorous high-profile life and everything that came with it.
The total properties and stock exchange assets she owned around the Neopia transcend the number of neoboards spam per minute.
So what was a tonu of her calibre, who had everything neopoints can buy and had no reason to feel inadequate, doing lingering nervously in front of the psychiatrist office next to an equally troubled human?
The two exchanged glances, both sweating buckets.
The Unfair VerdictsThey forced you here too huh, Nix. What's your verdict? asked Athena, twiddling her thumbs without any sort of consciousness to it.
Overspending, said Nix bitterly, sneering.
A load of nonsense. Honestly, can you believe they think I'm overspending just because I bought a gorgeous bag worth 10 million? This is why I hate poor neopets. They don't understand my feelings.
Athena nodded at Nix's sentiments without actually listening.
I know! I drink too much coffee, they said! whined Ath.
Knot threw me out demanding I'd stay out until I see the psychiatrist.
Nix gave a high-class screamlet.
The nerve!
White Calms the Soul
The glass doors whooshed opened, happily inviting the two kindred souls inside. Athena and Nix entered hesitantly.
The pair scanned the entirety of the wide square office. The walls were blindingly white, including the ceiling. A large rectangular glass-stained window, patterned after mutant neopets battling each other angrily, hung at the wall opposite of the entrance. To the left hovered ten empty chairs - something you'd expect to see in a top secret paranormal science research facility and not in a psychiatrist office.
This must be the waiting room, Ath whispered to Nix who was busy gaping at the secretary.
The Familiar Secretary
Located at the middle of the huge stained glass window is a desk occupied by a preoccupied blonde-haired secretary clad in a grey business suit. Her teeth flashed white as the walls.
Not bothering to look up from her work, the secretary continued to take down notes while chattering away on a black dandy receiver which was safely wedged between her ear and shoulder.
Athena swore she'd seen the secretary before. The two halted in front of the desk and only then did the secretary notice their existence. She looked up from her documents and stared at the patients.
Nea?!
Hand-me-down Designer
Athena gawked at the sight of her guild mate who looked indifferent.
Nea! What are you doing here?! Why are you a secretary?!
Beside her, Nix looked equally surprised.
Oh my gosh, where did you buy that suit?! I must know who your designer is! Can it be custom-made for Tonus?
Nea the secretary held the stack of papers upright and tapped the bottom on the desk three times before sliding it aside.
I am not allowed to reveal my name to patients. This suit is a hand-me-down.Designer by hand-me-down! Introduce me sometime? begged Nix.
Ath slapped her forehead.
Meeting Up with the Psychiatrist
Secretary Nea punched some keys on a black remote and the stained glass windows parted to reveal an even bigger room with a hyuma-size hole at the center.
This way to the doctor please, Nea said. They were led into the hole where a winding staircase led them to a basement office with a cushioned recliner and a bigger version of the hovering chair in the lobby.
Sitting there was their psychiatrist.
Athena lingered.
Nix, is it just me - or does the doctor look like it has three eyes looking in three different directions and is a mutant usul?Gone without a Trace
Knot dunked the last box of coffee in the trash can and slapped his paws together.
That's the last of it, he said smugly.
Over at the table, Remorsha jabbed her steaming omelette with a fork.
You really care for those two don't you, she remarked, reaching for the pitcher.
Pretending you don't care's useless. You'll regret it...
Knot almost fell off his stool as he reached to close one of the kitchen cabinets. He was about to retort something when Ainzli's head poked out the doorway.
Heeey, Knot! she interrupted.
The psychiatrist called! Ath and Nix haven't arrived yet!
Oh Where, Oh Where Could They Be?Hey guys, , Baninc the Mummy Ruki appeared in the doorway. During breakfast he'd usually ramble endlessly about the stock market, but that day, he looked rather perturbed.
Come with me.
And they did. Baninc led them to the living room where everyone was gathered in front of a television. All carried an air of numbing silence.
Knot frowned, wondering what's up.
Dear citizens of Neopia. Be wary! announced a Lenny on television.
A pair of dangerous time-travelling con-artists, parading as a psychiatrist and a secretary, had been duping victims into their time capsule to exonerate their bodies as energy fuel… What Have You Done?…Our inter-dimensional radar has picked up recent activity from the capsule. It is possible more victims have been taken at this time. Beware!
All stares fell on Knot, who was as pale as a ghost. His eyes had glazed over.
Knot, it's not your…Lamendria began, unsure of what to say. Fang nudged her and shook his head.
Knot felt the walls close on him. He had sent the two into danger - all because of his temper. How could he live with himself knowing this? Remorsha's stinging words echoed in his mind.
You really care for those two don't you?
Note from Ath: Iwena the Mutant Usul belongs to Nealuff~ Started out light-heartedly with a dark ending. I'm so bored. DX Anyways, if you want to read more snippets, the rest are found in
The Golden Archives.
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AFFLICTION
Why Am I Afraid?
This mansion is just full of bitter sweet memories. The entire living room looks like time drifted to
a halt. Every nook and cranny reminds me of my sister Brenderel.
I hear the sickening echoes of our laughter in my head. We used to spend cold nights snuggled together
on the sofa, a blanket over our shoulders, coffee in our hands, talking forever.
The blanket still lays there, untouched, crumpled and soaked in tears. The same way she left it that
one dreadful night. I don't even dare come near that place. Her scent still lingers there. It's too
sorrowful.
Credit: Aoren & Brenderel belongs to Jezzy (lilreika).
Take Me Home
When I sleep at night, I find myself crying out my owner's name. I stare at the empty space next to me
and wishing he was there. I lost count of the times I've wished that he come back to me as promised. I
refuse to believe Dr. Death that he won't come. I want to go home! Where is he? What is he doing?
Maybe my wish will come true if I concentrate harder.
How I yearn for him to burst through that door with a smile saying,
I'll take you home.
I can't even remember his voice clearly.
Fire and Forgiveness
Time waits for no one. I, Kanrik, may be strong but I have never felt more alone.
All I can do is sit here in front of the fire, breathing in the scent of charcoal and old furniture.
The flame writhes and totters and jangles in a mesmerizing tango of light and its shadow, reflecting a
commingled illusion against the walls and floor of the dim living room. It looks so warm and inviting,
as if dissipating all the treacheries I have done.
A deep stillness falls over me as the fire continues to crackle.
Will Hannah ever forgive me?
Breaking Out
The hands of time are calm and the night is long. The clock on the wall ticks away. Thoughts begin to
unfold - thoughts filled with memories drifting back to those happier days with my brother, Anthony.
Time passes slowly, carefully.
Will he ever return home?
Waiting shouldn't be too torturous like this, but being away from him brings a certain kind of
loneliness like I've ceased existing. Nobody knows who I am. I don't even know who I am.
Loneliness never does leave an egg. It stays inside, trapped, dormant until my time to break into
wakefulness has come.
Credits: Woodrow the egg and Anthony belong to Abie (abcdeggs).
Closing My Heart
If someone close to my heart could betray my trust, what more of others? What more of Fang, who never
really had a consistent reputation of being nice? Of Fang, who never showed up when I needed him? He
abandoned me when I needed a shoulder to cry on, probably too busy with matters far more important
than to lend an ear to a friend.
Who was he to start consoling me now?
Knowing that people closest to me were capable of saying empty words gives me a reason to close my
heart.
This way, I'll never be hurt again.
The neopet speaking is a pet I am applying for
(Lamendria). Fang is
my blue uni, future night steed, on a side account.
FAERIE TALES
Introducing Neopia
If I tell you about a place, a very real place, where magic and enchanted beings exist and flourish,
would you believe me?
Because there is one such place, a mystical land invisible to the rest of the world except to those
who truly believe and listen to the whispers of their hearts.
A land of dreams and hopes, Neopia is home to Neopets heralded by bountiful natural resources and an
unpolluted atmosphere. It is protected by a magical barrier where anybody could tread, even you. Each
country runs with rich cultural diversity and independent beliefs, self-sufficing in every
way.
The Faeries
Neopia is home to powerful faeries building their own homes. They are the caretakers. Throughout the
course of the day and night, they do what they have to do, each having the propensity to espouse their
sacred magic on the dank soil, the exuberant forest, the boundless sky, the deep ocean, and the
recesses of our hearts.
Some often come in jaunty glows flickering sparsely, decorating and illuminating the darkness as they
bathe in the waters against pale light of the moon. Some could be found near a rainbow; some, fast and
agile.
Their gazes are said to be alluring.
Bedtime by the Lake
Where the moon touches the lake waters, you can see the faint outlines of the tree stumps enveloped by
a beautiful star-filled universe. You only need to look further down and gaze at your reflection for
you to hear the voices. You see ripple after ripple moving the glass envisage, briefly fading into the
shadows then reappearing again.
Close your eyes and you hear the faint melange of melodic voices; not long after the humming stops,
you hear laughter.
Open your eyes and you see the green Tonu Xena with baby Kikos gathered around her waiting for a
bedtime story.
Credits: Xena belongs to Raine (paradiseheartx3).
Lonely CreaturesIt's a dangerous world beyond this lake. Never stray, the father Kiko told his wide-eyed son.
The young Kiko remained silent. Now he knew why his father evolved into an extremely hostile Kiko
towards humans.
He wasn't always that acerbic.
His father glided his stubby claws around the young Kiko, lifted him up until he was comfortably
seated atop his head.
They stayed that way, watching the others of their kind flounder about
and zip in circles over the gigantic lilac liles.
What lonely creatures humans are, said his father.
Three laughing Kikos flew past, spraying them with lake water.
Little Cinquen
Cinquen grew up believing that smiles can make people feel better. Her acts of altruism earned her the
hearts of the villagers. In the mornings, the young gelert goes around the village to distribute
fruits from her guardian Rae's small garden. The village rascals would sometimes make fun of her
gullibility and play pranks on her, but she often took this astride.
But a terrible epidemic rapidly claimed the lives of the villagers. While everyone awaited the cold
taste of death, the young gelert had other plans in mind.
She will never let the village turn into a macabre graveyard.
Credits: Cinquen belongs to Rae (coloredpaper).
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I MISS YOU
Written by: Athena
I decided to place this series of drabbles here since any other changes would prove difficult when it
comes to conveying the original message. Special thanks to my beta-readers Flutrill and Jezzybee! :)
The QuestionAre you going to disappear one day?
Was this really mine, this lifeless voice that had been sending chills down my spine? The knot in my
chest grew bigger and bigger.
However a person combines language, it usually permits anyone to
reach across emotional barriers. But this couldn't have been more false when Athena broke the embrace.
Her bangs formed a blanket over her face, arms dappled with the moving shadows of leaves swayed by the
gust of a frosty breeze.
No words could ever par with the unnerving disturbance conveyed by her silence. She didn't need to say
anything.
The Loss
It's never easy. Nobody has escaped the pain of losing someone.
Those who tried had their hearts dissolved into ashes. Those who constantly fought never saw the light
of day. Nights are empty, life is short. Life ends as quickly as it begins. As thoughts rise and
vanish, so with the abysmal breath of the land; the cries from a bridled throat, the quick rush of
tears.
And where it all comes together: a forlorn whisper.
There was no love to speak of, just a choleric reality to lament.
I never even told her how much she meant to me.
The Dream
The tears kept coming as if it was the only thing that mattered.
To be torn apart from Athena was, to say the least, unbearable. My life is being lived before the day
she uttered that heart-wrenching I'm sorry.
Ever since, I've been continuously falling in an endless pit of daydreams. Night after night I take
comfort in the illusion that Athena and I will never be separated from her. To me it was all a torrent
of self-inflicted delirium...that everything was just a dream.
But when I wake up in the morning, the dream has prolonged into a nightmare.
The Memory
Everywhere I looked in my neo-home Athena was there. On the dining table where she used to lazily
overlap her arms, she looked at me with all the affection in the world and listened whole-heartedly to
my stories. She laughed over the most trivial matters and forgave me each time I made fun of
her.
She used to wait for me outside the game room. I used to take her hand as we hiked down the stairs. It
seemed so natural to have Athena around that a life without her seemed far-fetched.
Without her, I couldn't possibly imagine being alive.
The Truth
When the night wipes the entire town into slumber, Athena and I used to stay awake. An enigmatic
feeling teems from my heart as I stare at the tightly shut door, taking root at the deepest core,
slowly growing out of its shell.
She used to stand there while holding the door open with her hand, allowing the cool midnight air to
come in. She used to look up at the sky, a peaceful look on her face.
I truly cared for her even though I never showed it.
She was the most important person in the world to me.
The Absence
Days had no meaning in her absence. The smile which brought me joy had been but a temporary dream. I
absolutely miss those days when she'd look at me as if I was her precious treasure. I never thought
much of it then.
Never will I hear her contagious laughter, nor will I ever be held in her loving arms again.
I could smell the cruel, salty remnants of the abandoned friendship between Athena and me. I hated
crying. I hate vulnerability. If only I could take all my tears and, like the stars, place them on the
sky forever.
The Arrival
Midnight declared its arrival with the brazen chiming from atop the auction house.
I strayed from the winding pathway and approached the tree where we used to play; its mighty arms
formed keen shadows, branching out against the star plaid sky, leaves gently swaying, crackling as the
wind blew. The wind became affable, the temperature less smiting. People could be heard chattering
from the terrace door with carefree jubilance, washing my soul into a flood of reticent bitterness.
Neopia Central looked uncouth and sullen, what with the drowsiness grueling my entire body; it
wouldn't bewilder anyone had I passed out.
The Ghost
A vestige of past things fondled my mind; a timid jostle of autumn against my face, the trees looming
above.
Hello, Knot. It's been a while, don't you think? Athena said while blowing at the flowers
attached to a sagging branch.
I didn't answer. I
couldn't answer. It's more from the shock of seeing her again rather than
failing to muster enough courage to speak first. She shouldn't even be here.
Her ghost floated towards me and placed a cold hand over my head. An unbridgeable gap formed in our
silence.
A silence neither of us knew how to overcome.
The Denial
If only life had a rewind button, then there won't be anything to regret. But at this point, I could
never bring the past back.
Stop it! I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to…
The words reverberated in the hollow of my mind, keeping tune to the dire pounding on my forehead. I
wasn't ready for it, the way she was beginning to affect me. I never expected to see her even if she
is but a ghost, an enigma of a scorned past.
Every minute grew unnerving.
I didn't want to feel this way anymore.
Athena?The Tears
Time ambles forward. With face buried in my paws, another of those sealed boxes in my heart where
inviolable feelings had been shut away bursts open. Tears streamed down my cheeks and on to the fabric
of my worn-out gloves, refusing to give the break I needed.
I thought nothing will bring us apart, that you'd be with me forever. I was sure of it, the
sobs ripped through my chest in ugly spasms, knowing full well returning to the past would be futile.
I looked at her ghost.
Her dark stare reflected two voids, daring to swallow me whole.
The PainWhy did you have to leave? I didn't notice I had been crying until I felt hot tears
trickle down my cheeks.
I'm so confused.
The tears kept on coming, as if it was the only thing that mattered. With the back of my hands, I
tried to wipe them away in vain.
I really miss you. I want to see you. I want you to tell me again and again that I did a good job
and gloat how I'm the greatest neopet in Neopia. Why did I end up being alone? The lilt in my
voice was gone.
The Smile
I could have waited forever, as time in my memories is hard to quantify; what I said thereafter
happened as it should have.
Thank you for taking care of me.
The ghost smiled. In her eyes reflected the pallid outline of the moon. It had a virulent effect,
jussive, piquant, as though she was using those eyes to convey her feelings. I didn't know a ghost was
capable of stoking such deep emotions.
It left me bewildered.
They will be coming to take me, I said, swallowing.
Until the day someone else finds
me again, I will never forget you.The Heart
When relationships do flourish, they become more dangerous than the uncharted wilderness; yet it is in
our nature, this penchant to grow attached to another, which leads to our heart's destruction.
More than anyone, neopets want happiness. So much wanting and yearning. And so much anguish, only
minutes deep in our hearts. Pain that is almost too accessible, whirring relentlessly in the crawl
spaces beneath my skin, of which there is no escape.
We neopets are no different from humans who created us. We laugh, and cry, and all these difficult
things.
Time is short.
So please, cherish each other.
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