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Issue: 989 | 11th day of Hiding, Y25 |
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 | My Best Friend"The incident occurred during the daytime, around 1 o’clock NST, while sheets of rain were pouring down from the sky. Misty, a Marble Shoyru, curled up in her bed, was reading a book. She was enjoying..."
by mewrocks_10 |  | Beyond the Hole"Fora was a quiet little Symol who lived in a quiet hole in a quiet part of Meridell. There were many Symols who lived deep within the hole, in an expansive city of its own..."
by surging |  | A Tale of Two Shopkeepers"Linda, the Elephante who ran the Neopian Pharmacy, called out, 'Well, alright, but if I get busy I won't be able to run both shops..'"Collab with travel74147
by dancerchickemily |  | Sharon and the Great Dungeon Escape"Sharon always wanted a simple life, and now she had it. The Coffee Cave on Roo Island was an utter success, packed daily with tourists in the morning rush hour and creatives in the afternoons..."
by baytotheay |  | A New Professor at Brightvale University"The principal of Brightvale University, the Brown Aisha Lora Ledgum, had finally been able to sneak away from the endless meetings of how to get more applicants to the University, to do what she loved the most..."
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"Sharon and the Great Dungeon Escape" by baytotheay
Sharon always wanted a simple life, and now she had it. The Coffee Cave on Roo Island was an utter success, packed daily with tourists in the morning rush hour and creatives in the afternoons. She loved having the poets and writers around, eyes gleaming with a chance of winning the next spotlight contest or competition. Sharon even kept the Coffee Cave open late at night for the high rollers who needed a pick-me-up to fuel their nighttime gambling at Tournament Hall. If only her family could see her success now, could see her normal, ordinary life, far away from the mess she left behind in Meridell.
As the owner and the barista, Sharon loved meeting her customers and learning their tastes. She often played a game with herself to see if she could guess the impending order, if Neopets really could be judged by their paint colours. Her guesses were most often right with Rukis and Meercas but overall she was proud of how well she could read their faces. Sharon knew she owed this leftover skill to her undercover card-playing days, but she’d never admit it to anyone. Not that anyone on Roo Island would even know the right questions to ask.
One Tuesday morning - in between the morning and lunch rushes - Sharon was making an Electric Coffee for a stressed-out-looking Lenny when the shop bell rang. Another customer! How grand, Sharon thought. Her Shoyru wings stretched as she steamed the milk for the coffee.
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