"Linger" by wicked_summer My name is Ghost, and I'm a ghost. I'm the kind of person who doesn't believe in complicating matters needlessly. I'm also the kind of person who likes to skulk around in old (and structurally unsound) buildings, giving myself the appearance of a monster (with feathers, I like feathers) and giving newcomers to the Deserted Tomb a good scaring. Hey, when you've been dead as long as I have, you learn to take your laughs where you can. Precious few things in life (sorry, death) are things that you can laugh at. That is...
350 Words Oh, wow – this is how you can tell I'm just an editor at the Times. I don't know how to tell a story. There, I've launched into the plot and everything without...
Dear Crabby: I Hate You All Apparently this week is Issue 350, and according to my editor, that's some big event. All of the columnists are supposed to write celebration-themed articles. To this I say, "Pbbbth."
It’s a Weewoo Delivery! Good day, Woo; let us get straight into the point. With the increasing Neopian population, and demand for the Neopian Times, how do you make your deliveries?
Vinsetta: Part Four "What brings you out into the Haunted Woods on a night like this?" asked Hane. The Halloween Bori looked at the two friends with concerned eyes. "You should be somewhere warm and safe..."
The Golden Globes of Light: Part Six That evening, we went back to Neopia City to buy some supplies for our journey to the Desert of Roo. We did not dare fly once we approached the desert...