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Issue: 740 | 15th day of Swimming, Y18 |
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Headlines "Once Upon a Memory" by parody_ham I remember it like it was yesterday. It was eleven years After Neopia, I believe, or was it twelve? I can never remember the way we used to mark time. It all seems like such a long time ago—ironic, really, given that we live hundreds of years in the past now.
We lived with our mother and father outside of Neopia Central. It was a bustling town, although nothing similar to city of Meridell. There were no merchant guilds, no knights in shining armor. Yet I remember loving the place, and loving the festivals all the more. Each year, the 20th day of Gathering, the faeries would host a festival celebrating their peaceful relations with Neopian-kind.
My parents had been working when the festival came to town. They were a trusting sort, allowing a ten-year-old to watch his sister unsupervised. I think they loved me. Based on the stories that Lisha told me, they seemed kind enough.
I remember less of them each day, less of my old life each hour. But the important memories remain.
The parents had asked me to guard Lisha at the festival, to keep her safe no matter what. It was an honor; I took it very much to heart. After all, how often does a pup receive such a responsibility?
Even before the festival started, Lisha had been so excited to see Queen Fyora. Lisha squeezed my hand tightly as we maneuvered through the crowds, poking our heads through the mass of excited spectators. When the Faerie Queen began her address, a soft breeze began blowing.
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A Rambunctious Kacheek's Culinary Plight 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.
by _brainchild_ |
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Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree “Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”
by downrightdude |
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Fostering Identities for Altador Cup XII and Beyond First and foremost, congratulations to Mystery Island for winning Altador Cup XI. But doesn’t it sound dull just to say “Team Mystery Island?” It’s not really befitting a championship team or any team competing in a prestigious event such as the Altador Cup, hence the proposal behind this article: team names.
by hahoho |
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Tuskaninny: Why So Underrated? What better occasion than Tuskaninny Day to ask my fellow Neopians why this Neopet is so underrated. They`re super-cute, available in a variety of colours and have great species-specific clothing sets. So why are they not more popular?
by aleu1986 |
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Orlitz and the Search for the Emerald Crown: Part Two A warm ray of light streamed through the small slit between the curtain covering the large cut-up windows. The gentle light awoke Orlitz who hid under the quilts of an enormous bed. A clock on her bedside table notified the Cybunny that it was time for breakfast at the lodge.
by josephinefarine |
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Clouds Over Cogham: Part Eight Sunlight. Actual sunlight. It’s barely been an hour since Tor and Roberta last felt the sun shining down upon them — since they’d been in the thankfully still-freed city of Brightvale — but the clouds’ smothering pressure had already convinced them that they’d never feel warm again.
by theschizophrenicpunk |
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