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The Neovian Printing Press's Gothic Selection

Neovian Gothic. A term that sounds specific but the actual definition is ambiguous.

by pikachu315111
Writing a Gothic Story: Just Add Monocles!

This daring duo will teach you all the ways to write the best gothic story.in collaboration with parody_ham

by june_scarlet
Neopian Nibbles: The Best of Neovia's Crumpetmonger

Ah, Neovia, an eerily quiet town home to a peculiar yet charming folk. Strolling through the cobblestone streets it is readily apparent that there is a rich history here.collab with ciarza

by riss_chan
Neovian Gothic Special: Tour de Neovia

Greetings, readers! I am Alabaster Chesterdrawers, proud proprietor of the antique shop in the town of Neovia. Collab with larkspurlane

by _razcalz_
The Flower Language of Neovia

Flower Language is not a means of communication widely seen outside of Neovia - sure, here and there you might find a land that attaches some meaning to a specific plant, but nothing to this extent.

by mollyscribbles
 
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"Moquotamorphosis" by graevyard
Night paired eternally over Neovia. The fog hid the trees from far away. It was a strange winter. Most Nenovians stayed inside their homes, waiting for the season to be over. In a single house at the edge of the cobblestone road was a small balcony, with a single being on it. Fansa Green looked through his telescope, observing Kreludor and the stars. Barely any poked through the thick veil of the late season. The Sleeper could barely be seen, her faint glimmer being accompanied by other smaller, nameless stars. Fansa scribbled the astronomical data on his notepad in snippets only he really understood.




Other Stories


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Old Friends
The figure did not linger in the streets of Neovia, as the thick night fog curled around her dark robe. She was bundled up tight against the night air, a hood hiding much of her face.

by herdygerdy

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Those Who Live In Neovia
Kenny knew there were stories about that place. These stories were vague, but they existed nonetheless.

by dinduidindo

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Avatar Goldmine
As Rysony and Harry flew above Meridell, Rysony’s smile couldn’t have been any wider.Edited by rabbits_forever

by wizzkid_

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Harker's Story
So that’s how we ended up here, Defender.” Harker leaned back in his chair and stretched his sore neck. It popped audibly, and the Wocky across the table made a face at the sound.

by tanikagillam

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A grave misunderstanding...
Nothing better than making new friends!Art by ciarza, story by riss_chan

by ciarza

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A Relic of the Past
A rocky purchase...

by _brainchild_



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