| There are ants in my Lucky Green Boots |
Circulation: 193,800,643 |
Issue: 715 | 15th day of Sleeping, Y18 |
|
| |
Comics
| |
|
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines "Agent 42" by opossumman Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes.
"Stealth! Come here! It's actually working!" he yelled to his friend. Stealth, a Silver Eyrie, turned from the twelve-piece jigsaw puzzle he was struggling with at the kitchen table to see his friend beaming with joy.
"That's great! So glad to see it finally come together," he said as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder with his wing.
"Come to think of it, Stealth, aren't you almost late for that delivery run? You wouldn't want to lose another job, you know?"
Other Stories
---------
Anneslace and the Imposter Apple Anneslace bolted upright in her bed. “A Krawkadon? In the galley? I told Sam he could get a nice, sedate Plathydon, not a Krawkadon.” She paused. “How much… how much food is left?”
by peirigill |
---------
Plight of a Knight The chains jangled on my legs and wrists like bells. They had blindfolded me, but a musty scent told me wherever I was going was grimy and cold. The guide beside me kept a firm grip on my arm as I inched along, as my body moved me forward in spite of myself.
by darkpixie28 |
---------
---------
Shopkeepers: The Truth Behind the Counter And then I did a double-take. Because the shopkeeper was none other than Fyora herself. Her Royal Faerie Highness was standing there behind the counter, waving as I left the store dumbstruck. What was the Faerie Queen doing tending a small shop in Altador, waiting for passers-by to peruse her employer’s selection of partially-eaten omelettes?
by cosmicfire918 |
---------
Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Three I had never found the dark scary as a young child. I had never trembled in bed at night, conjuring up imaginary monsters that purportedly lurked beneath my bed, behind my dresser, and inside my closet. But after the Kougra thrust my bottle into the depths of his backpack, I felt a jolt of fear unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
by vanessa1357924680 |
---------
|
|
|