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Issue: 998 | 15th day of Celebrating, Y25 |
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Short Stories
 | Warmth"Lifting a paw, Velserica wipes at her plush brow. Her sister’s protests fall mostly on deaf ears as she readies the tool in her grasp and swings it down once again, splitting another log in half..."
by annananana |  | A Spooky Christmas LessonHow do you bring spooky season to joyful season? By spreading spooky joy, of course.
by surging |  | Many A Reason For The Season "This time of year has many a meaning to all. So do the other holidays. I sit here with my hopes and dreams furthering into the New Year. I have so many people who mean the world to me. As my Green Xweetok hands type this out, I cannot help but feel my heart fill up with love..."
by harvestmoon66 |  | A Hero's Journey: The Lost Day of Giving"The White Blumaroo grinned crookedly as though he had a trick up his sleeve, folding his arms across his chest almost to add to that effect."
by precious_katuch14 |  | A Brynnso Christmas 10-Year Anniversary Special!"After their contractually obligated off-year, Hanso and Brynn return to the stage in the Hidden Tower, where Christmas-themed plays are considered a staple around this time of year."
by rielcz |  | The Emerald Deep"Snow. How quaint a sight. How it glows in the light of the full moon. In my arms, a bundle of blankets stirs and a little face, that of a..."
by parody_ham |  | Reina's Hijinks: The Story of the Advent Calendar "Pae the Purple Peophin announced happily to her fellow companion Cherry the Biscuit Chia. The two met up at Terror Mountain to collect their prizes together..."
by chemical_nova |  | I'll Be Home for Christmas"Pyland winced at the surprisingly bright morning light reflecting off the fresh dusting snow as he padded out into the garden of his family’s Neohome. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed..."
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"I'll Be Home for Christmas" by citybound
To the returning owners of Neopia, and the pets who waited. ~~~ Pyland winced at the surprisingly bright morning light reflecting off the fresh dusting snow as he padded out into the garden of his family’s Neohome. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed his sister perched on the bench, having returned from her pre-dawn Battledome training session at the Mystery Island Training School. “Mornin’, Lenz. Looks like we got our first snow of the season.” The Draik’s voice briefly stirred Lenzi from her sunrise trance. She vaguely nodded in her brother’s direction before returning her glassy stare back out to the glistening forest surrounding the Faerieland Crater and the snow-capped towers of Faerie City beyond. She took a long sip of her warm mug of borovan and patted the open seat beside her. Pyland slumped onto the other half of the Xweetok’s bench, careful to not accidentally pin her gossamer wings under his spiny tail or knock over her rusty training sword. The pair sat in a brief moment of melancholy. Their breath crystalized before them in the crisp air. Eventually, Lenzi spoke. “It’s the First of Celebrating. Advent Calendar starts today.” She sighed. “Leah always loved this time of year. Did you know she almost painted me Christmas once? She worked dozens of shifts at the Igloo Garage Sale trying to...
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 Top 10 Best & Worst Christmas Gifts For Your Neopet
With the festive season hot on our heels, it's time to jingle some bells, deck the halls, and do some all-important Christmas shopping. To help you make the right financial decisions this year, we've compiled a list of the best and worst gifts available on the market.
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 Knight & Squire: Preface
"Rowan’s arms popped as he stretched them above his head. He let out a huge yawn, not caring that he looked like a horrified Quiggle. He slumped on the wooden bench he was sitting on..."
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 The Sleepers of Saint Garfir
"The trees grew so densely together that all signs of Saint Garfir had long vanished behind them. The ginger plant was a compass in Miphie’s hand. Roots entwined with..."
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