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Issue: 731 | 6th day of Hunting, Y18 |
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Short Stories
 | Dixie's WingsDid you know that faeries are not born with their wings? They have to work hard to earn them. Let me tell you the story of how Dixie earned her wings.
by she_chose_love |  | A Beautiful Blumaroo and her Mystical TreasureTiv stepped into the fountain and grinned as the wondrous waters swirled around her. Rainbows danced across her skin as it changed color. However, something wasn't quite right. When the process was over, Tiv was horrified to find that she had been painted Maractite, not Maraquan.
by _brainchild_ |  | Testimony of a ThousandApollo was pounded for being a superfluous substance. His owner loved him very much, but LOVE was no bold enumeration on his birth certification. LOVE was not placed below AGE above FISHING SKILL; it only dependently existed, LOVE, a quantity slathered on the discriminating peripheral.
by dimartedi |  | The Hidden TreasureI rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits.
by redken9x9 |  | So You Want To Be A Villain?Many have tried for every evil villain's dream of the power hungry grab to rule just one land, like Captain Scarblade's attack on New Maraqua, or wrest control of the entirety of Neopia, like the attempt Hubrid Nox made with his horde of undead slaves. Many have tried, but none have truly succeeded. Also by dark_angel_ds
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"The Hidden Treasure" by redken9x9
I rode down to the river one morning to see the spring blossoms bloom. My eyes were focused on the ground there, with each step a piece of earth crunched under my feet and the grass bent toward my way. Bending for an old Gnorbu, life and vitality bowing to time-worn straits. Upon that morning, it was my usual habit of looking down the river towards the Springs when I noticed something odd and out of place.
I strode up to this peculiar articulation of disorder, some poor Acara kneeling down upon the ground in a state of distress. She seemed withered from grief, and bound to collapse - so I stayed close. Asking after her, I inquired if everything was alright.
She told me that nothing was alright – that her little brother had no means to sustain himself and no support to address his want. I asked after her again, to which she redirected my attention to her little brother. I assessed that this Acara, though smartly dressed and neatly put together in character and charm, must have found herself in dire circumstances if she was so desperate as to confide in a total stranger about her affairs. I accompanied her for the rest of the morning, and sat tenderly by her side as she told me of the trials she and her brother had endured.
Other Stories
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 A Local’s Guide to Faerieland
Faerieland, with its bubbling brooks and roaring waterfalls, is another highly regarded summer destination. No doubt many readers and their Neopets are already anticipating the magical adventures they’ll have when they set foot on Faerieland’s enchanting shores this summer!
by symphonicdaybreak |
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 Meaningful Ways to Use Your Rainbow Fountain Pass
Are you perhaps on of the lucky Neopian who have access to the Rainbow Fountain? Ever since the last Faerie Quest Event in March, there have been an increase in the number of Neopians on the chat boards wondering what to do with the Rainbow Fountain Pass they were lucky enough to obtain. As such, I have decided to compile a guide on what you can use your Rainbow Fountain Pass for.
by joan14121993 |
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 Eye of the Crokabek: Part Six
Mayor Dilbert stood proud and tall between Doug and Bob, the two brutes. He looked about as dignified as it is possible to look while being held captive by a pair of hulking Skeiths.
by reiqua |
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 Cordilion's Big Adventure: Part One
It was a world that Cordilion knew little about. Other than his brief forays onto the balcony, the pampered plushie Noil never went outside. He idly licked a paw and flicked his small round ears as two Beekadoodles flew by.
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