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Short Stories
 | Water and MaractiteThe pencil wobbled as he tried to form letters. The sketchy lines barely met the paper, and they were hardly even readable. Vechia. If you squinted your head and turned it the right way, it sort of looked like his name.
by jrayeb3 |  | WildsongNight in the Haunted Woods falls with swiftness upon its victims. It is not as many stories say—the forest is not rife with yowling spooks and ghoulish spectres at every turn. It is not a scaled-up version of a Neopia Central Neohome’s Halloween decorations, which brashly proclaim frightfulness in the most colourful of fashions.
by cosmicfire918 |  | Lylin_Fire, The Fierce, Red WockyI had always wanted a special Neopet, but this was not what I wanted. A picky, rude, ungrateful pet that will refuse to eat or drink anything but bottled water. This all happened about a year ago, when I was putting water away in case there was a shortage.
by kittens4life6 |  | The Sloth Gummy That Got AwayIt started out so pleasant. I was born in Virtupets Space Station– home of my creator, Franky. I lived for a short time in one of his most ingenious creations, the prestigious ‘Grundo Factory’.
by redken9x9 |  | When Grandma Was GreyAn elderly Neopet shares a tale with her granddaughter that reveals a rather exciting past.
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"Wildsong" by cosmicfire918
Night in the Haunted Woods falls with swiftness upon its victims.
It is not as many stories say—the forest is not rife with yowling spooks and ghoulish spectres at every turn. It is not a scaled-up version of a Neopia Central Neohome’s Halloween decorations, which brashly proclaim frightfulness in the most colourful of fashions.
The terror of the Haunted Woods is quieter, more cunning than that. It lies in wait, never fully asleep, a brooding heaviness of barely-heard echoes and strange feelings in the air that taunt the mind until the Woods decides to reveal its darkest secrets. Something is out there – perhaps many somethings – that makes even the bravest and hardiest Neopet return from the Woods forever shaken.
Unless they are a Werelupe—and then at one time it was home.
Isengrim, the Werelupe King, and a number of his pack stalked through the undergrowth on one of their nightly hunts. It would be many years yet until a fateful meeting would rob them of their keep and cause them to emigrate to Meridell.
For now, the Haunted Woods kept them safe from the misunderstanding of the outside world—and provided plenty of resources to keep them fed and comfortable.
Night hunts were Isengrim’s favourite. The Haunted Woods was always full of interesting smells, but they always seemed to heighten after sunset. Not to mention his dark fur allowed him to blend in to the shadows far more easily.
Other Stories
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 How To Be Miserable
The saddest day of the year is upon us, are you going to embrace the holiday or avoid it? The one day of the year where it is acceptable to walk around with a sad look on your face. The one day of the year where all Grey coloured pets feel like they are appreciated for once. You guessed it, today we are celebrating Grey Day!
by salutation |
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 Lupe Pack Detectives - The Kidnapped JubJub: Part Four
Three days had passed since our first attempt in finding the kidnapped JubJubs miserably failed. We were starting to become restless due to the fact that we had a lack of clues, but I was not going to go back home to Neopia Central empty-handed and disappoint our clients.
by lupe_hunter_7 |
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 Eye of the Crokabek: Part Two
Tim gulped as he scrambled through the tunnels of Moltara on his way back to the surface. No wonder everyone was too frightened to talk about it. But what could one Yurble like Tim do against the might of the Sway?
by reiqua |
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