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Tax Beast Conundrum

There's a first time for everything.

Also by sage254

by sophieauditore

NeoPaper: A Trip on Mystery Island

Well, that's one kind of trip...

by mbredboy31
Detective Alisha: Special Guest Part 2

We solved it!

Also by xale22

by roxanna203

A Good Run for the Money

The hand doesn't give, but it does take.

Also by cloudypoogle

by certifiabletrash

Evil-opia: Seth

One day...

by mucka33
What Ever Happened to Galem Darkhand? (Part 2)

The mystery of the Ice Caves plot . . .

Also by iciclefaerie05

by chai7705

Color Combinations

Snow and Magma don't mix well.

by ixi_lover_ixi
Lame Pun: Fun Food

Just Clowning Around

by blackaavar
Word Poker Woes

Spelling is hard.

by silverpheonix105
The Kiko Pop

How did you even do that?

by franzgirl
Neoquest II - Lost in the Lost Desert

Sand as far as the eye can see...

by ketchup547
Ghostkerchief Woes

Wait... What?

by turtling
Stay Strong With Team Brawn: Cotton Candy Beanbag

What a sticky situation...

Also by Alexise1998

by tex707

Spyder and Flies

Even spyders enjoy junk food.

by applefaerie99
Dinner with the Scarlets: Intrudy

Surprise!

by june_scarlet
Petpet Woes

What do you do if you don't have a handkerchief handy?

by quiggles_r_kewl_1
 
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Common Myths About Writing for the Times



While wandering about the Neoboards one day, sipping my first of five Soy Chai Lattes for the morning, I happened upon a few topics discussing rumors about how to get published into the Neopian Times. These comments intrigued me, so after I scribbled down a list of the most common ones, I poured myself a sixth cup of coffee, and left for the Neopian Times headquarters to see for myself if they were accurate or not.



Other Stories


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A Journey In Friendship
Zilean, an older Pirate Krawk and an eccentric sorcerer who calls a clock tower his home, had always had an obsession with time travel. After countless years and failed attempts, he was finally successful at designing an enchantment that made it possible to travel in time. The enchantment took the form of a glowing orb that emitted a green smoke so thick it could fill your lungs. All Zilean had to do was close his eyes, imagine where and when he wanted to go, reach out, and touch the orb.

by painted_dreams87

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How Luke Got his Groove Initially
Well, you’ll never believe this, but the Buzz that you’re talking to now used to be just plain old yellow. And not just any yellow! Oh, no. I’m talkin’ about that nasty, putrid yellow that you see oozing off of a rancid can of Achyfi. This is a story, well, actually, my story, of how I became this beautiful snowy bug that you know today.<

by xxsicklullabiesxx

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Neopian Astrology: Shenkuu
Have you ever wondered what your Neopian sign is?

In my previous article on Neopian astrology, I wrote about the protectors of Altador and their constellations in the night sky, and this time I`ll be exploring the Shenkuuvian belief of how everyone born in a certain year possesses the quality of the Neopet ruling that specific year.

by aleu1986


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Reselling: How to Make a Profit Off of Patience
Whenever you ask a Neopian how they make their neopoints, they usually tell you that they restock, play games, fight in the Battledome, invest in the Stock Market, or a bit of everything. However, most people don’t know that there is another method of making neopoints that’s based on a good eye for value, a bit of elbow grease, and lots of patience. This practice is called reselling.

by mellygirl123

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Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Four
“Well,” I said, adjusting the brim of my sunhat to block out the harsh sunrays, “this was probably the worse thing that could have happened.” Soon after Marty and I had fled Jhuidah’s cooking pot, I had received a neomail. The small, enchanted yellow envelope had repeatedly jammed itself against my thigh until, grudgingly, I had plucked it from the air and opened it.

by vanessa1357924680

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Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Six
The entire chamber was consumed in pitch-black darkness. The air thick, cold as the ice caves. The only sounds were the distant echoes of water dripping onto the floor and the faint howling of the wind travelling through the many holes and tunnels scattered around the cavern.

by shadowknight_72



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