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Ellsworth's List of Neopia's Top Parties

As the esteemed host of the Neopies, Neopia’s premier award show, you might say I’ve received my fair share of party invitations...

by tylerhuyser
10 Reasons Why Game Avatars Aren't That Bad

Game avatars. A common nightmare for Neopians far and wide.

by midnightsmores
The Bravery to Put Pen to Paper

You’re reading this and saying to yourself...

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Here's To Another 25 - An Interview

Founded in 1999, Neopets is truly one of the most iconic games of all time. The fact that it has lasted for 25 years is a testimony to that.

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Tips for Writing for Special Issues

Every 25th issue. The ones that give you that rare avatar. You know the ones I mean...

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Extra Cheesy Cheddar Crisps: The Knock-off Version

Now I don't know about you, but I really enjoy a nice crunchy, salty, cheesy snack while reading the latest issue...

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A Sloth Fan's Rating of Neopia's Villainy

Hello Neopians, Kreludorians and Space Station residents alike, and welcome to this very first entry in the Neopia Central Almost Official Sloth Fan Committee Newsletter! Collab with betti666

by shikieiki
Ranking 25 Best Puns Across Neopia

We think everybody can appreciate a good pun, no matter how...Collab with venturecaptalist

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"Echoes in the Snow" by kadface
I knew that I was growing old when I really started getting into jazz. My old man was much the same. I remember every Sunday morning he would go into his library, take a record off the shelf, and set it on the record player. It was like a ritual. He would sit back in his brown leather chair, eyes closed, humming along, and tapping his feet. Whenever I picture him now, I see the sunlight coming through the window, lighting up the dust with a golden glow, spiral smoke rising from the Borovan as it slowly goes cold. It’s only recently that I have started to realise how much I miss those days. I find myself thinking about them more and more during the winter months, waiting for the days to lengthen and life to return. It was the third day of the Month of Sleeping, and the world had filled with snow and ice. I had taken down my Christmas tree, and I knew it would be the last time I played the Jazzmosis seasonal album until it went back up. Sitting in my own leather chair, I allowed my eyes to close with the heaviness of a long day’s work. Although I felt at peace, I had an air of melancholy that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. As I listened to the fireplace cracking, I was close...




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Help! My Stamp Is Stuck!
"A single bead of sweat dripped down Sunny the Scorchio’s forehead. It should have been more, but for the past six hours..."

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A Weewoo's Delivery Day
"The crisp smell of ink and paper filled the air as another morning at the Neopian Times office began. Neopets rushed around, sipping their coffees and skimming their notepads..."

by maddie_bangz

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Accessible Journalism
When Ruby awoke that morning, a part of her hoped she’d hear the front door open, and Lana’s warm voice would fill the foyer. She and her sister would embrace, and after Lana finished telling her about her harrowing escape from Void-ridden Brightvale, they’d get to work on that article.

by hybatsu

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The Dream Quest
It took them three full days of travel to journey from the Grarrl Peninsula to south of the Desert of Roo, and several more days to wind their way through the dark and twisting Techo Caves.

by ellienib

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Emergency in Neopia Central!
"We're picking up reports of an alarm from Neopia Central!"

by lavo0810

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Wait, the Anniversary cake was for THAT?
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by snoopydog152



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