Continued Series

	The Thing That Makes Us Brave When Jonah arrived at the Brightvale docks, he was a little surprised at how empty it was. There were two boats and a small plane that looked like it could only... by jellyworldadventurer
	Things Change Stitches nodded as he laid out his towel on the warm sand. "Great view in the daylight, I'm sure. But I only hike at night." by purplepineapplexx
	Tales from NeoNoir: Pastel Persuasions I feel the spacecraft sputter and stall as it hits the Hangar floor. The woosh of air over the scratched glass top as it opens causes the breath to reenter my lungs. by iciclefaerie05
	Artefact Hunters: Ikimono's Mirror All things considered, that accursed mirror could have done much worse than a Biyako... by sporty2443

Search the Neopian Times

Headlines

"The Beach Guardian" by hfallyn
”Your face is going to get stuck like that,” Azisam teased as he gently nudged his younger brother with his elbow. Blumrah rolled his eyes before turning his attention to an abandoned Neocola can half-buried beneath the sand. The Water Blumaroo retrieved the debris with his Grarrl Grabber before shoving it into his bag. “Yes, I remember you scaring me with threats like that when we were kids.” Azisam, a Woodland Blumaroo, chuckled as the pair continued down the beach. He speared a discarded tube of 30 proof Kacheek Sun Screen with his own makeshift rubbish collector, his trusty Enchanted Wizard Mushroom Staff. “So, your shift ended thirty minutes ago. How long do you typically stick around to clean up the beach?” “As long as it takes,” Blumrah answered with a shrug before the two carried on in silence. The truth was, some days, particularly during this time of year, it would take Blumrah hours to clean the beach. From the end of the Month of Hunting through the beginning of the Month of Gathering, Roo Island’s shores were swarming with an influx of visitors. Neopians often travelled from the Lost Desert, looking for a refreshing, coastal community or descended from Terror Mountain, eager to warm up their chilled bones. Blumrah had complicated feelings when it came to off-islanders. He worked as a lifeguard at Roo Island’s main beach, located right off its central pier. He spent all day patrolling the shoreline and protecting his fellow Neopians. He loved his job and truly cared for the souls he guarded. But oftentimes, that care felt like a one-way street. Vacationers gave no thought to the land or locals: out-of-sight, out-of-mind, and these shores would soon...

Other Stories

---------

Riches & Reality on Krawk Island
In the paradise of Krawk Island, with ocean breezes, gentle waves lapping at the beach, and a clear blue sky, a bored Pirate Krawk idly flicked bronze Dubloons into a tin cup with despair.

by drziggs

---------

A Coconut JubJub Finds Meaning on Mystery Island
The sand felt soft under her feet, yet not as soft as what she had previously imagined. At least the view was mesmerising.

by sockies

---------

A Castle Planner's Guide to Sand Castles
You have joined me on the shores of Meridell for a quick lesson in castle architecture, taught by yours truly, the Castle Planner for Meridell Castle, Gaius Gallius!

by ferretboy85

---------

Haunted Locations of Mystery Island
Mystery Island is a fun tourist destination for many a Neopian. Located about 600 miles east of Neopian Central near Krawk Island and Maraqua, its near constant sunshine, white sandy beaches, and beautiful coral reefs makes it a very exciting destination for just about any milestone event. Collab with surging

by venturecaptalist

---------

Spot the Difference Beach Edition
Can you find the 10 differences? Collab with kamoriha and sandralala

by not_sporty

---------

The Adventures of Garin and Jacques How We First Met
Great minds think alike... Collab with geneames1

by firefoxtails

Submit your stories, articles, and comics using the new submission form.