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Unwanted Invitees

Um, how exactly did you get put on the invite list?

by likelife96
Baelia's Burdens #3

Anyone would feel left out in her position.

Also by alexipharmic

by certifiabletrash

Fortune Gone Wrong

Well, at least he's accurate.

Also by basilio42

by iluminescent

Eclectic Antics: Winter

We all have that one friend.

Also by parody_ham

by amarettoball

Life As A Kad: Sleeping

Kads so as Kads want.

by anniversarium
Meteor Crash Site 725-XZ

I'm gonna poke it with a stick.

Also by spooky_pie

by ketchup547

A Thief's Life - Eyebrows

Biyakos. So majestic.

by yoshisislandbandit
Desert Island Doldrums

Also by jellybeanott

by whitefriar

Fair Weather

You can't fit.

by willowraynelake
Yummy

Finally!

by lincolnpark_
Petpet Show Off

Well, that's interesting...

Also by erianoillim

by saudadesdagripe

Why Kads Pend Forever

Also by murillion

by shadowlugia_92

Count Von Roo's Deadly Hour

It's all starting to make sense.

Also by azusa_k

by brooklyn3223

Random Oddness

No no, she meant the *green* red dress.

by mistyqee
The Art Board

No time to spare here.

by berdor
 
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"Acquaintances" by theschizophrenicpunk
Brightvale castle is almost always silent, especially once the moon rises. Early to bed and early to rise makes Neopets, uh... something, something, and wise. Roberta's heard her uncle recite that proverb a million times over, but she always forgets how it ends. Mostly because she wants to. After all, there's nothing she loves more than staying up late and reading a book by candlelight, kept company by the beautiful light of Kreludor, the chill of the evening air, and the sound of the waves crashing down upon the Brightvale coast just outside the castle walls. Yet still, she has a curfew. Which is ridiculous, she thinks, considering she, you know, saved the world and all. But Uncle Hagan seems to think that heroes still need a bedtime, and need guards constantly posted outside their door, and need all lights to be out by 11:35pm NST every night, on the dot. But what fun is that?




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Acquaintances
Brightvale castle is almost always silent, especially once the moon rises. Early to bed and early to rise makes Neopets, uh... something, something, and wise. Roberta's heard her uncle recite that proverb a million times over, but she always forgets how it ends.

by theschizophrenicpunk

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Underwater
I'm a water Lutari who's lived her entire life in a network of caves deep under the ocean. I've never seen the sky, or the sun, or other people—except for my mum, but that one is a given for most kids, isn't it? I sleep in a bed of warm, blue sponge—magic, no doubt—and go fishing once a week with my mum for what she calls the "necessities." I play with various things my mum says come from the "surface," and occasionally the odd plushie that pops up in the fishing hole.

by peronalodis

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Throwing the Perfect Neopian Times Party
If you love the Neopian Times as much as we do, then you have considered throwing a party for no reason other than to celebrate it! If that’s the case, then we would absolutely love to aid you in your endeavor.

Also by drobit.

by bha288


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The Scrivener's Survey
This Scrivener has come out of anonymity to share with all of Neopia, via the Times, the inside scoop on books I’ve read! For truth! For justice! For informed book buying! (And also because the Defenders of Neopia, in no uncertain terms, told me to switch to a more “conventional” method of spreading literary information. When Judge Hog speaks, you listen.)

by cosmicfire918

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The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part Three
Cassie frowned. “She didn’t show up for class today. Is she sick?”

“Can’t be—she was fine yesterday. More than fine, actually. I’ve never seen her so happy, not since…” she dropped to a whisper, “well, when we joined the pirates.”

by ummagine3284


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Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Days Yet to Pass: Part Five
Kristy and Chloe sat in the sun room, looking out into the gardens below. Chloe looked down at her mask, which she was holding in her hands. There were so many questions, and she didn't even know where to begin. Kristy sat there patiently, waiting for her to be ready. Chloe looked over at her.

by kristykimmy



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