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Circulation: 193,437,521 |
Issue: 690 | 17th day of Swimming, Y17 |
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 | Top 25 Summer TreatsIt doesn't matter where you are, whether you are on the beach playing in the sand, at a campfire with your friends, or just at home wanting a cool treat to beat the heat, we have many favourite treats to choose from. Here are tweny five delicious and mouth-watering foods to tease your taste buds. Also by blue_eyed_tiger_j
by wokitana |  | Guide to Guild Success: Part 2Keeping your members busy and entertained will make the guild bloom quicker" Also by imgonnageta
by sosudude |  | The Traveling Neopian: Neolodge Reviews: Stop #8You're much more interested in hearing about Faerie Castle, my very first five star hotel!
by cadetbush |  | Your Friendly Guide on Reading an Issue of the TimesHave you ever been so excited of the newest issue of the Neopian Times coming out that you just didn't know what to read first? If you have, then keep on reading! If you haven't, well...continue reading on anyway!
by adinos |  | The Ten Best Greeting Cards to Send to a NeofriendIt’s Year 17; simple thank you cards and get well soon cards are so overdone. You don’t want to be just like everyone else, do you? If you’d rather appear unique and be the most hilarious and witty and desirable and generous neofriend a kacheek could ever beg for, you’ll need to send the most inspired and amazing greeting cards to flaunt your brilliance.
by 20003425 |  | Interview with the Swamp GhoulHi there! Miss April here with your next dose of hard hitting journalism based on the exotic lands of Neopia, this time our story brings us to the Haunted Woods. We all know it, we all love it, but are there creatures who could potentially harm you? We say yes. I'm writing about a creature known to many as the Swamp Ghoul.
by aprildewdrops |  | Just Like Old Times The Neopian Times is far more than just a newspaper!
by parody_ham |  | The Definitive Guide to Brunch in NeopiaAh, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way?
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"Difficulties: Adventures in Moving" by peridotsu
A Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it? I guess, to understand what’s happening to this Usul, we must begin at the beginning, with some background to understand her life.
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 A Snow Faerie's Vacation
A slender index finger adorned with bright blue nail polish traced over a map of Neopia. Faerieland, Haunted Woods, Lost Desert, Krawk Island, the different lands seemed to jumble together in an indiscriminate manner in the mind. The owner of the index finger was none other than Taelia, the most well known Snow Faerie in all of Neopia. Her cold gaze fixed upon the giant map that took up the entirety of her desk.
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 One Summer's Day
"Hey look, it's Mystery Island! We're almost at Mystery Island!" Daizm, plushie Kacheek shouted excitedly from the front of the ferry she, her brother and her adopted cousins were on. She blinked as sea spray from the ferry powering through the waves, splashed her in face. She has halfway over the railing at the front of the ferry when someone grabbed her wrist.
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 Flutter: Part One
The only thing I knew for certain is that I am a female Aisha. Well, what about my color? Let me explain. I have pink fur with red stripes and wings more reminiscent of a Carmariller than a faerie Aisha. That’s four colors all in one. How did that happen? I don’t know. I was born that way.
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 Arthur: A Weapon's Tale: Part Three
It was an odd hour to be out in Happy Valley with few Neopians around. Art kept his head down, moving swiftly on the cold cobblestone path. The Snowager would be asleep any moment now and he would need all the time he could get. The path wound its way through town until pavement turned to ice.
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