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Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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Just Like Old Times
Each and every Neopian has gotten something out of the Times whether or not they realize it. During its absence, Neopians around the world have come to miss the flight of bubbly Weewoos flitting through the sky carrying large sacks filled to the brim with printed press. They miss that freshly printed newspaper smell, the kind fragrant of long hours of work, tears, and elation. They miss a part of the weekly routine, when the otherwise uneventful marking of time, without its rituals and joys, is just another day. The Times put an end to that feeling for many while sheltering them from a life of monotony.
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 Heritage or Dreams
“Would you come with me?”, he pleaded, his normally sharp magma eyes oozing with puppy-lupe sadness. “No. Quick, you know this is something you need to do on your own.”
by erynamrod |
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 One Summer's Day
"Hey look, it's Mystery Island! We're almost at Mystery Island!" Daizm, plushie Kacheek shouted excitedly from the front of the ferry she, her brother and her adopted cousins were on. She blinked as sea spray from the ferry powering through the waves, splashed her in face. She has halfway over the railing at the front of the ferry when someone grabbed her wrist.
by orisasda |
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 The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia
Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way?
by turtling |
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 The Door Closes: Part Seven
A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe. Art by ellbot1998
by ellbot1998 |
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 The Adventures of Trina: The Awakening: Part One
It was almost completely dark, apart from moonlight leaking through gaps in the treetops. Traveling in the dark proved nerve-wracking—like usual—and Trina knew arguing would only irritate her friends. The mistake that she made could potentially destroy the entire island, or worse, and it was her responsibility to fix it, no matter the risks.
by ummagine3284 |
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