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The Best Security

So that's what that style is for...

by raptorsama
Darkest Corner: Let's hang out~

Just hanging around... Collab with rurirawr

by dark_elfa
Taxing Time

No one can resist...

by leighlizzzie
Life Improvised : A Taxing Battle

Some fights come down to the numbers.

by keng200
Swapping Space for Land

It can't be that bad...for the Grundos at least. Collab with chai7705

by decaf0n
Poster Shenanigans

It's just a silly little prank... what could go wrong?Collab with oi_tio_to_na_globo

by tylerhuyser
A Delicious Friendship

Some people have different tastes. Collab with offensivedave

by virtualgf
Purrposterous 2

The Pant Devil's alter ego...

by sonderponder
Smiling: Neopia's Best Medicine

Collab with Dariganey & music_fan_04

by shenkuun
Chocolate Hair Perks

Whipped cream can solve your needs!

by chocokelle
The Lupees

Highway tooo theee...GAMER ZONE!

by the_lupees
Somewhat Presentable - Skeith Banker

The Grey Curse says, "Eat the rich!"

by crk524
No Daily Limit on Deposits (or Compliments)

Just a casual day at the National Neopian...

by pikcel
Faerie Slumber Party

Even Jhudora has special hidden talents.

by starbiology
Poker Face

Not so easily cracked...

by charlubby
 
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"Uriela and the Chain" by turbomun
On a warm spring night in Neopia Central, the faintest hint of a breeze traveled through the streets, creeping in through an open window that it found along the way. There it entered a little house – specifically, the bedroom of a young Usul, whose fur rippled lightly as it passed over her. The Usul herself took no notice of this, slumbering obliviously, smiling a little at her bright and happy dreamscape. The bedroom itself wasn’t spotlessly neat, but it was at least an organized mess. Scattered all around were signs of the young Usul’s passions: nail polish bottles lined up by color on a vanity table; fashion posters tacked to the walls; a straight-A report card proudly displayed on top of the dresser. Heaped in a corner by the door was her backpack, with her name written across the front in rainbow marker letters: URIELA. On evenings when the weather was fine, Uriela loved to sleep with her window open. The feeling of the breeze ruffling her fur never failed to lull her to sleep. And now that winter was finally giving way to spring, she was looking forward to many more nights of starry skies, fresh air, and gentle winds. But tonight, the wind wasn’t the only thing that entered her bedroom. Uriela stirred when she realized that she had become cold. Still more asleep than awake, she reached down for her comforter, but her wandering hands came...




Other Stories


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Uriela and the Chain
On a warm spring night in Neopia Central, the faintest hint of a breeze traveled through the streets, creeping in through an open window that it found along the way.

by turbomun

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The Ceramicist’s Apprentice
A story about Osiri (from Osiri's Pottery in Lost Desert) picking up a new pottery apprentice.

by yuumeria

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A Foodie’s Guide to Tyrannia
Food is a great way to immerse yourself in other cultures, and what location has as much fascinating cultural history as Tyrannia? Collab with surging

by clorox

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Hubert’s Hot Dogs: Best and Worst
Hello, my fellow Neopians! This is Charles the Chocolate Chia, Neopia’s top food critic here on the scene to give you quite the scoop.

by spukl1

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Ashes of the Alabriss
"Brynn spent the next hour talking with Kali; teaching her how to stretch Storm’s legs, telling her what a good listener he was, how he would get excited on the Day of Giving because..."

by salem_822

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The Timeless Tale
"Two years. It had been two whole years since Rhea's banishment from the Citadel..."

by chlo26



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