"Linger" by wicked_summer My name is Ghost, and I'm a ghost. I'm the kind of person who doesn't believe in complicating matters needlessly. I'm also the kind of person who likes to skulk around in old (and structurally unsound) buildings, giving myself the appearance of a monster (with feathers, I like feathers) and giving newcomers to the Deserted Tomb a good scaring. Hey, when you've been dead as long as I have, you learn to take your laughs where you can. Precious few things in life (sorry, death) are things that you can laugh at. That is...
In Exactly 350 Words Stifling a yawn, she tried to stay awake as the President of the Writing Club droned on and on about the importance of the 350th issue...
Linger The grinding must have been the tomb door opening, and I didn't feel like hanging around for a few days to scare some other small, fluffy Neopian. I had better things to do with my time...
Wahoo! Neopian Times is 350! Welcome to The Neopian Times milestone 350th edition celebration! All editions are special, but some are more special than others.
Ten Acts Of Kindness, A Techo Story: Part Ten The old Techo Master warmed himself in a great chair by the fireplace. He was old now, quite old, but he still held classes twice a week...
Pride, Prose, and Princes: Part Six I sighed happily, and after one last look, slipped the stack of papers into a large brown envelope. I'd take it to the copier's later...