Short Stories
 | A Day in the Life of a KougraHi everyone! My name is Siraelas and I am an ordinary blue Kougra. I was born on Mystery Island on the 24th day of Swimming, Year 7. I’ve lived at 155715 Coconut Road (Mystery Island) all my life with my owner, Jen (who also goes by the name siraelas, oddly enough). I like gathering food (a trait I share with Jen) and when meeting others, I am very friendly (unlike Jen, who is quiet & reserved).
by siraelas |  | A Day of PlayWhen I woke up one morning, I took a moment to look around the bedroom of my owner’s Neohome. Everything seemed so peaceful and calm. To me, everything was right with the world.
by blackghoulmon |  | Gieva's Story: A Dream Come True“Gieva! Oh Gieva, where are you? I’m so worried!” Gieva’s owner cried out. “Scampy, whatever are we going to do? She’s so small and petite swimming out in the big ocean, who knows what might happen.”
by incheesuswetrust |  | Forgotten Histories: The First FaerieIt is said that on a very special day in a year, when all the requirements are met, a faerie would be born
by sha2196 |  | The Second PieceDempsey Rowen was many things, and a complainer was most certainly one of them. The day after their visit to Meridell, Dempsey began to complain of a sore throat. Halfway through the day he began to cough, and by the time the four travelers reached Brightvale, the Halloween Kougra was positively miserable.
by graveyardcandyapple |
| |
|
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines
"Forgotten Histories: The First Faerie" by sha2196
It is said that on a very special day in a year, when all the requirements are met, a faerie would be born.
Once upon a time, there was no such thing as clocks. There was only time, and it simply was. There was no moon for the inhabitants of this small little planet called Neopia to enjoy, no moon to pull the tides, and certainly no moon to measure time.
The concept of measuring time was inconceivable. Time simply was, and Neopians had no need to anger the spirits that protected them; if the spirits felt it necessary for time to be seen in numbers, then time would exist as numbers.
But spirits didn’t exist, only the wraiths spurred on by the Neopians’ doubts and hopes did. They fed on fear, laughed as they chewed on crushed dreams, and held feasts with nightmares. They grew bigger, grew greedier, until happiness was no longer a concept identifiable to these Neopians.
These wraiths hungered for more; as just about any being in power did. They pulled on the Neopians’ strength, yanked, tugged and they wanted. They wanted more. More, more, more! Stronger, stronger, stronger!
The Neopians’ were lost, they had given up hope. They stared up at the never-changing bright sky, and as one, they all wished for change.
Their beliefs were given form; their wishes fuelled its energy. And the being came into being, as a faerie full of magic. She was beautiful, like a majestic sun without its blinding light. The Neopians’ were simply overjoyed.
She chased the wraiths away, gave the Neopians back their happiness. The Neopians called her a Queen, the Queen Lavina. She was pure, as a being made from wishes could only be.
Other Stories
---------
---------
---------
 Duplicity: Part Twelve
Giles ran over to his freed father and jumped on him with open arms the moment he saw him. The small Xweetok smiled as Garrington weakly ruffled his mane. Dark circles surrounded the duke’s eyes. His wife, the duchess, pinched her nose and nodded along. “Yes, yes, we miss you very much. I think the dungeons have done a number on you.”
by likelife96 |
---------
---------
---------
|
|
