Short Stories
 | Return to the Gallery of the Dolls I can’t help but stare at Amulatt like she has lost her little Eventide head. Or grown a second one. I have her repeat what she said, slowly. “Thou hast a request to return to Neovia. I doth believe thy Friend said ‘as quick as your Peophin legs can carry you or I’ll destroy you.’
by skutterbotched |  | The Truth About ClownsAt the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared.
by placebo_533 |  | Something To Cry AboutScreech shook his head at his two friends. “It’s easy enough for you to say,” he said. “You aren’t painted like I am: wraith. I love my color, except for this time of the year. During the other months of the year, I am scary to other Neopians! And you two have known me for long enough to know what I enjoy doing the most. Spooking unsuspecting strangers is my type of fun!
by sacados |  | What Can Be Found in the WoodsHow do people survive the Haunted Woods anyways? Who lives to tell the tale of their danger?
by kouger233 |  | Hello, From Your WindowsillHello, my name is Todd, and I am alive. That's right, I am a sentient being trapped inside this plushie body. When I was a young Poogle, blue in color, I carelessly wandered away from my owner and was dragged into the laboratory of a mad Skeith scientist. I still do not know the mad scientist's name, but he knew mine.
by medusala |  | The Unwinding of HannahAs she entered the Haunted Woods, a kind of hushed fog whispered through the trees. It snaked through branches and whispered dark nothings into the tree’s ears. A rush of air seemed to roar in her ears, tricking her, mocking her. Her heart pounded in response, beating against her chest, seeking freedom and fresh air.
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"The Truth About Clowns" by placebo_533
At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared. They were all a little different. Some tall, some short, some with white faces, some without. Usually they had a wide red smile. If you saw one and tried to walk away, the smile would follow you. They hid around corners and behind bushes. Alone at night, you could hear their big shoes squeaking and honking with each step as they followed you...
“And if they ever catch you, they’ll turn you into an evil clown too!” Jana screamed, twisting her hands into claws. She laughed heartily as her two younger guests squealed with fright. Her best friend Lydia was not impressed, and crossed her arms.
“Clowns aren’t scary. They make silly faces and do magic. That’s not evil.”
Jana scowled, clearly disappointed that her frightful rendition of the current clown crisis was having no effect on a third of her audience.
“They are too scary! Some clowns can turn into Spyders! And grow into giants! And eat you up like an omelette!” At this, the two young Xweetoks – Daisy and James - held each other and squealed again. James started to blubber, causing Jana to wrinkle her nose in distaste.
“You're too little to appreciate what a good warning I’m giving you.” She said, shaking a finger in his face, “You just go follow the adults around. You can’t defend yourselves against the clowns anyway. You’d be turned into a clown pie in seconds.” She said snootily.
Hearing they were defenceless, the two little children ran wildly back to the house, where the grown-ups were having a hushed conversation.
“Clowns really aren’t scary.” Lydia said, picking at a spot of dried hot chocolate on her jeans. She’d worn her best pair to the party, just as her mother said she should, and Lydia never let a good pair of jeans go to waste. She’d already ripped the hem of one leg and covered the knees with grass stains before her mother had finished saying ‘hello’ at the door.
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