| White Weewoos don't exist. *shifty eyes* |
Circulation: 197,891,007 |
Issue: 1048 | 12th day of Celebrating, Y27 |
|
| |
New Series
 | The Year Without an Advent CalendarNoella rolled over in bed, blindly feeling for the switch on the lamp by her bedside. She fumbled around for a moment, unable to locate it in the pitch darkness of...
by noileh |
| |
|
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines
"A Song of Winter Starlight" by neoghia
Toad’s Terrific Petpet Sitting Service was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt about that. The schedule book of TTPSS was empty, every half-hour, every hour, every day, every week. Toad checked it. And, Toad checked it twice, as the old rhymes say. Toad’s Terrific Petpet Sitting Service was dead as a door-nail. He’d been having trouble staying at home so much since he’d lost his job. It seemed like the perfect time to get some writing done but it also felt like he was wasting time not searching for a job more actively. Though, truly, what more can you do but apply, apply, apply and wait, wait, wait? This all to say, he was walking down May Avenue of Neopia Central in order to get out of the house for a bit. Unintentionally, yet predictably, he’d walked a familiar path and found himself face to face with the Planetpoints he worked for just a few months ago. The squat square building was aglow with yellow light through large windows. Toad had been miserable at Planetpoints. He’d spent the better part of ten years there and eventually he got old enough that he’d forgotten the lessons of his youth and impulsively, perhaps foolishly, left the job with little other prospects. This left Toad burning through savings and scrambling through...
Other Stories
---------
---------
---------
---------
---------
---------
|
|
|
