Short Stories
 | Lana: Surveyor of the StormAn inquisitive, scientific Lutari goes out on a voyage; will this go according to plan or end in disaster?
by mbredboy31 |  | The April Fool That Fooled Us AllMy older (by only 1 day) and shorter ‘brother’, Harrund, a red Shoyru, and I were getting ready for our training when a female blue Aisha showed up, very unannounced, and seemed quite confused about being with us, too. “Who are you?” Harrund asked immediately.
by midnight_spell360 |  | It's All in the PresentationA roar of rage came from the Rainy Hollow Armoury. Lofty wrinkled his nose at the sound and entered the long building. To his very great surprise, a baby Skeith stood in the middle of the space, meaty hands clenched, green eyes glaring. Lofty approached the other baby, unsure of the stranger. Then, it came to him in an instant.
by 77thbigby |  | LoyaltyA Weewoo flew through the window of a rather plain Neohome, toting the latest Neopian Times. Rimos took the newspaper, thanked the small Petpet, and went to flip to the comic section for a laugh that early morning. Instead he received a shock.
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"It's All in the Presentation" by 77thbigby
A roar of rage came from the Rainy Hollow Armoury. Lofty wrinkled his nose at the sound and entered the long building. To his very great surprise, a baby Skeith stood in the middle of the space, meaty hands clenched, green eyes glaring. Lofty approached the other baby, unsure of the stranger. Then, it came to him in an instant.
Lofty knew who this was!
“Brawnson!” Lofty exclaimed, thick blue fur bristling in shock.
The baby Skeith turned to face Lofty. “Yes.”
“How did this happen?”
“Boochi happened. If I ever get my hands on that Bruce…”
Brawnson’s words hung heavily in the air. Lofty barely managed not to shudder.
“Thank Fyora Split Paint Brushes are cheap,” Brawnson muttered.
“You’re not going to stay baby, then?” Lofty asked.
Brawnson stared at the baby Yurble as if he never seen him before. Then, he snorted.
“No, I’m not. Lofty, you know I’m the armourer of Rainy Hollow. How can I do that if I’m a baby?” Brawnson’s green eyes still shone with heat.
“Have you tried?” Lofty flicked his cinnamon roll ears as he looked at his friend.
“Why would I do that?”
“Why not?”
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 A Tribute To The Ogrin
In this article, I want to bring the Ogrin out into the spotlight and hopefully raise some awareness about the species. Every Neopet deserves to be loved, and although the Ogrin does have devoted fans and doting owners, having a few more in Neopia wouldn`t hurt.
by aleu1986 |
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 Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Three
There was no time to think; the pale, bulbous eyes and teeth sharper than razors were coming ever closer, slowly slipping out of the cover of darkness. For a moment, Clara was paralyzed. Then her mind spoke to her, muttering one word that gave her the will to move...
by shadowknight_72 |
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 Within the Archives: The Dancing Curse: Part Two
Maybe, at first, Hark had little reason to be suspicious of what was happening. The Day of Giving ball had started, and he’d made his way to the ballroom, positive that Elleri, the Royal Blumaroo, would be there to intercept him and take over as she always did. But he was wrong, and she was gone.
by queen_potema |
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