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Short Stories
 | A Rambunctious Kacheek's Culinary PlightThe alluring elegance of the establishment emitted the feeling of bliss. The restaurant, simply named "Kelp", was rumored to be one of Neopia's finest eateries. On the basis of its eclectic appearance, it certainly lived up to its reputation.
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by downrightdude |  | Tasha The Air FaerieAll of her life, Fyora received attention and special treatment everywhere she went. It is a nice feeling being recognized and admired everywhere you go. However, there was always a tiny piece of Fyora that wondered what it would feel like to live a normal life for one day.
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"A Rambunctious Kacheek's Culinary Plight" by _brainchild_
The alluring elegance of the establishment emitted the feeling of bliss. The restaurant, simply named "Kelp", was rumored to be one of Neopia's finest eateries. On the basis of its eclectic appearance, it certainly lived up to its reputation. Music washed around the room, produced by a live band. This beautiful sound was relaxing and classy at the same time.
Smiling, Chessella the Pastel Draik hugged her sister. "Happy birthday, Angie. We're eating here to celebrate your birthday."
"Thanks," answered Angie. "I appreciate it."
Ella opened the menu. "This Ocean Platter sure looks good," she commented. "The menu describes it as 'a delectable blend of Maraquan delights for you to sample.' " She looked up at her sisters. "I'll order that, and I'll let each of you try a little piece."
"Yum," grinned Maldice, another one of Ella's sisters.
"Not as tasty as chocolate," groaned Walda, Ella's little sister.
Ella turned to Walda. "If you finish your main course, I'll buy you a chocolate dessert. Otherwise, you won't get a treat."
"Okay," grumbled Walda. "I'll order the Stramberry Sausages."
Then the waitress, a Maraquan Uni, swam over to the table. "Are you ready to order?" she asked.
"Yes," replied Ella. "I'll have the Ocean Platter..."
The food came in a timely manner. Ella eagerly took a bite. "This is delicious!" she exclaimed.
"Where's my piece?" asked Maldice. "You promised."
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