| Voice of the Neopian Pound |
Circulation: 193,765,667 |
Issue: 712 | 23rd day of Celebrating, Y17 |
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 | Simeon's Song: Part OneEmber is standing in the threshold to her kids' peaceful Market Town home, panting and sweating after a frantic run all the way from Werelupe Woods. She's taken a wide stance, as if preparing for a fight, holding a carved bone dagger she doesn't quite know how to use in one hand and half-eaten peachpa in the other. In her panicked rush, she had thrown open the heavy door, sending it slamming against the wall.
by theschizophrenicpunk |  | Within the Archives: The Dancing Curse: Part OneOn her tiptoes, Elleri the Royal Blumaroo could barely see out the frosted window panes. This particular window was created from an array of red and purple panes meant to take the form of some rose from a novel Hark was fond of. Elleri was sure he’d had it commissioned after finally digging his way into the Romance archive in Brightvale’s library.
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"Dr Death's Translocation Device" by phadalusfish
The Day of Giving dawned cold and bleak in a certain corner of Neopia Central, where dozens of pets without families huddled together in the Pound. They had spent the night under the large window in the reception area, staring up at the few stars that managed to peek through the gathering clouds. By morning, the fluffy white puffs had turned dark gray, and snow had started to tumble out of them. The window frosted over, obscuring their view.
Cabb, a Robot Shoyru, was the only one among the bunch who wasn’t shivering. “There’s still plenty of time,” he said to the Maraquan Usual curled up at his feet casings. “The holidays aren’t over yet.”
She nodded, looked up at the window and sniffed. They had been here the longest, Cabb and the Usul. Many of the others had come and gone in the past few months, but no one wanted to make friends with a cold metal Shoyru or a slimy Maraquan Usul.
Other Stories
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 A Very Special Wish
It was a chilly morning in Neopia Central, with frost settling on the rooftops and a blistering breeze blowing through the trees. The sun had barely risen and the streets were empty, with the exception of one lone white Aisha who was shuffling along the path. Her head was wrapped warmly in a fluffy scarf, and her hands were buried deep in her coat pocket, fighting off the winter cold.
by alyndasgallery |
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 A Brynnso Christmas Special 2
Hanso: (charmingly) Hey everybody, welcome to A Brynnso Christmas Special 2, sponsored by the Faerieland Wintertime Societ—Brynn: (annoyed) Hanso I just said all that! Hanso: (filled with his brand of charismatic innocence) Well maybe some of the crowd wanted to hear it from me!
by rielcz |
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 Holiday Neopets
Oh, the moment every Neopian has been waiting for is finally approaching. Stockings are lined against the edges of the fireplace, Jazzmosis Christmas music floods the air, a large ornamented evergreen Christmas tree stands in the corner of every Neopian’s living room, and a fresh batch of cookies rest on a plate next to a glass of milk on the table. The night has come for Santa Claus to plop down the chimney and deliver gifts, bringing joy to thousands of Neopets and spreading smiles when they wake the next morning.
by alienspacefairy |
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 Christmas Outfits for the Day of Giving
The most wonderful time of year is upon us again! Christmas joy can be heard throughout Neopia for this years Day of Giving. Listed below are some Christmas themed customizations for you to try. Many of us dress up in our neatest and best outfits for Christmas, so why not extend the same to your pets? There is a theme for everyone!
by gattacaa |
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