Poetry

	To Jhudora, Not On Her Day Today is not Jhudora Day and so I will write A poem of Jhudora, but not the one you might think. It won't be hard edges, it won't be Illusen, But instead the softer daydream behind a blink. by agedbeauty
	Terrors of the Carnival I found myself there once, in error, in that land of forgotten meaning; Lost amid those lurking terrors, I felt certain I was dreaming. by sir_serene
	The Great Petpetpet Haiku Marathon - Part 1 There are so many Neopian Petpetpets Let’s introduce them by hanna_banana
	The Yurble Farmer Have you met the Yurble farmer Who lives just north of Meridell? If you visit him at Meri Acres, He will have many stories to tell. by tatyanne
	Arty’s Neopian Garden Centre Arty’s colourful gardens are a sight to see! by supremity
	Terror Reckons, Treasure Beckons Terror’s precipice is the highest peak, each crevice concealed by its mightiest mystique. Deep runs the recess into the interior, seeping into pieces that are far inferior. by periodicage
	The Altador Cup: Dacardia Summer! It's been a great weather on Tales of Dacardia, Celebrating many years, celebrating with Baelia! Baelia has turned into a Rainbow Faerie: Iridesia. The rainbow colours glow within the Grey Faerie criteria. by profebest
	What’s in a Name? I contemplate my existence, my purpose, my place, Which can be quite a struggle with an ever-changing face. Still, I persist; by hfallyn
	Cheryl Shelly the Slushie Slinger As The Month of Relaxing draws near, Cheryl Shelly knows that her days of relaxation will be put on hold. by weiyannn
	The Crumpetmonger’s Quiet Secret Rarely do poets hide what their hands or hearts desire, Each sweet I crave I bury deep, lest gossip's flame catch fire. by schneiderdornroschen

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"A Post-Fyora Faerieland" by the_academy_awards
The grey curse has finally lifted, and much of Neopia has reawakened in a wash of colour. There’s one land that will not recover so easily, having been bruised by dark feelings of various types: Faerieland. Fyora’s abdication and the subsequent dissolving of the Faerie Monarchy have rattled a recovering Neopia, none more so than the citizens of Faerieland itself. Questions are swirling; What is this Council? Who will be on it? When will things go back to normal? Where is Fyora now? I, Gorel Goldenrod, headed to the beleaguered region to get some on-the-ground insight, starting with the governance changes. “I’m not focused on who sits on what Council,” A Koi, Gissog, stops sweeping and wipes his brow. His home, a small island dotted by closely-entwined trees within a lake of The Forest of Fay, was badly damaged by the void attack, though you wouldn’t know it from the outside. “The priority should be repairing our homes first, it’s what I would do. I can kip well enough under the water, but a meerca? They’re not doing that.” I ask if he’s seen Faeries – of any type – help folks like him repair the damage. “A few,” He shrugs. “Mostly Earth Faeries. They can’t help but give quests, but they know we’re stressed. One asked me for ‘That stick. That one. In particular,’ Just a regular stick three feet away. When I gave it to her, she grew my trees and wound them together, then blessed them with a defence spell.” After that, I walk the paths of The Forest of Fay, talking with...

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