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Issue: 719 | 12th day of Awakening, Y18 |
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 | The Nightmare: Part OneThe sun shined brightly in a dense forest. Evergreen trees surrounded the field in a thick shade, the leaves and branches rustling in the wind. A lone insect circled around, its wings fluttering, beating the summer air. A pair of hands clasped together, missing the tiny bug by a hair. Arthur stood upright on his toes, smirking at the quickness of the insect.
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"A Watery Reunion" by light_faerie382
It was a stormy night in the Month of Awakening. Even at this time of the year, the last vestiges of winter were displaying their full force across Neopia. Thick blankets of snow covered the lands near the poles, and even along the equator there were strong blizzards and icy winds blowing at freezing temperatures.
Krawk Island was no exception. In fact this whole month nothing but heavy black clouds had filled the skies in that part of Neopia, drenching the whole island in a constant downpour.
“Month of Awakening indeed,” the Usul thought.
This particular character was no ordinary character. He had been hailed as a war hero, he and his crew celebrated for the saving of New Maraqua. There had been a big celebration, lots of feasting and plentiful riches and rewards. Instead, he turned his back on the offer of a life of luxury in Maraqua in favour of a life of adventure, sailing the seas and plundering for even greater treasures. Fame and fortune had been his, even getting an article in the Neopedia and a spot in the Gallery of Heroes. However, instead of lapping up the fame he went off to continue his life as a pirate. He had all but disappeared from public eye ever since then, yet kept an ever-watchful eye on Maraqua.
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 A Watery Reunion
It was a stormy night in the Month of Awakening. Even at this time of the year, the last vestiges of winter were displaying their full force across Neopia. Thick blankets of snow covered the lands near the poles, and even along the equator there were strong blizzards and icy winds blowing at freezing temperatures.
by light_faerie382 |
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 With Roses in Her Eyes
The roses in the break room were dying again. Dying and drying, their petals furling back on themselves, and their buds puckered as they squeezed out the last drops of water. She always forgot to change the water of the flowers she bought in after the weekend. Roses, her namesake.
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 Valentine’s Day: A Guide to Survival
Oh Valentine’s Day. The day that so many of Neopians look forward to. Does the sight of all those hearts make you feel sadness? What about all of those people talking about love? Don’t you just adore all the hearts and romantic gestures of love? No? Then read on. Also by dutchese159
by krispykritter6 |
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 How to Win the Poetry Competition
I see you’re here because you want to know how you can get your poem submitted to the Poetry Competition! There are so many wondrous things in Neopia to explore and write about, and so many hilarious and heart-warming poems to read, so of course it’s difficult to not want to write your very own poem!
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