Poetry

	To Jhudora, Not On Her Day Today is not Jhudora Day and so I will write A poem of Jhudora, but not the one you might think. It won't be hard edges, it won't be Illusen, But instead the softer daydream behind a blink. by agedbeauty
	Terrors of the Carnival I found myself there once, in error, in that land of forgotten meaning; Lost amid those lurking terrors, I felt certain I was dreaming. by sir_serene
	The Great Petpetpet Haiku Marathon - Part 1 There are so many Neopian Petpetpets Let’s introduce them by hanna_banana
	The Yurble Farmer Have you met the Yurble farmer Who lives just north of Meridell? If you visit him at Meri Acres, He will have many stories to tell. by tatyanne
	Arty’s Neopian Garden Centre Arty’s colourful gardens are a sight to see! by supremity
	Terror Reckons, Treasure Beckons Terror’s precipice is the highest peak, each crevice concealed by its mightiest mystique. Deep runs the recess into the interior, seeping into pieces that are far inferior. by periodicage
	The Altador Cup: Dacardia Summer! It's been a great weather on Tales of Dacardia, Celebrating many years, celebrating with Baelia! Baelia has turned into a Rainbow Faerie: Iridesia. The rainbow colours glow within the Grey Faerie criteria. by profebest
	What’s in a Name? I contemplate my existence, my purpose, my place, Which can be quite a struggle with an ever-changing face. Still, I persist; by hfallyn
	Cheryl Shelly the Slushie Slinger As The Month of Relaxing draws near, Cheryl Shelly knows that her days of relaxation will be put on hold. by weiyannn
	The Crumpetmonger’s Quiet Secret Rarely do poets hide what their hands or hearts desire, Each sweet I crave I bury deep, lest gossip's flame catch fire. by schneiderdornroschen

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"In Her Own Time and Colour" by thejulyninth
It was a beautiful day in Neopia Central. Blue skies, green grass, the blinding white of resident smiles. This was the region at its best, but it had been so long since the sun shone down on it. The Grey Curse had kept the sun away for almost two years, and the dreariness had taken its toll. It was no wonder that citizens now lined the streets, in their best and brightest, in celebration. Well, most of them. Inside her cosy Neohome on the corner of town, Moon the Blue Acara was groaning into her pillow. She wasn’t unhappy that the colour was back. Far from it, in fact. But the sensory overload? Well, that was hurting Moon’s head. She’d become accustomed to the muted grey. Her eyes, too, adapted to the gloom. This morning, when she pulled back her curtains, the sun hit her pupils like a direct blast from the Lab Ray. “Ow,” Moon muttered, squinting as she rummaged around her room. “Too bright. Way too bright.” Clothes landed in heaps as she dug around in her drawers with one paw and used the other as a much-needed shade from the light. Finally, she felt what she was looking for – the cool plastic of her oversized Acara Rebel Sunglasses. It’d been so long since she’d needed them, she was relieved they hadn’t found their own way to the Money Tree. Moon slipped them on and opened her eyes. Ahhhhhhhh. The world instantly dimmed into a manageable, stylish amber. Thank you, tinted lenses. “Perfect,” Moon sighed. “Neopia is back and so am I – it’s time to see the world.”

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