Short Stories
 | How Luke Got his Groove InitiallyWell, you’ll never believe this, but the Buzz that you’re talking to now used to be just plain old yellow. And not just any yellow! Oh, no. I’m talkin’ about that nasty, putrid yellow that you see oozing off of a rancid can of Achyfi. This is a story, well, actually, my story, of how I became this beautiful snowy bug that you know today.<
by xxsicklullabiesxx |  | A Journey In FriendshipZilean, an older Pirate Krawk and an eccentric sorcerer who calls a clock tower his home, had always had an obsession with time travel. After countless years and failed attempts, he was finally successful at designing an enchantment that made it possible to travel in time. The enchantment took the form of a glowing orb that emitted a green smoke so thick it could fill your lungs. All Zilean had to do was close his eyes, imagine where and when he wanted to go, reach out, and touch the orb.
by painted_dreams87 |  | Cafeteria Food"Look," Starry said. "It has nothing to do with a lack of ability to make potions, to teach, et cetera- It's that you're saying it's at school. Our school." Chris sat down on an orange, hovering Virtupets bed. Slowly, he nodded. "You're right. That'd be terrible." "But I am a terrible person. School starts in two weeks. See you then."
by forestfleet |  | The Perk Of Being A PlushieThey even shared the same goal: to be able to buy a paint brush and get painted. The girls did not know what kind of paint brush they wanted, they just knew that nothing would make them happier than to be painted.
by she_chose_love |  | The Inventor's Craft"What? Nothing changed." Mira responded with a roll of her eyes. "But don’t you see, it worked!" the young faerie beside her spoke with the same enthusiasm as the Neopet inventor. Her brown dress was quite plain for a faerie. Then again, Kreludor isn't a place to be one's fanciest attire on. Especially with the places that she and Mira had been visiting.
by artsy_insanity |
| |
|
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines
"Cafeteria Food" by forestfleet
Chris burst through the door. "I've got a job!" he shouted.
Starry, the blue lupe, sipped tea while she sat behind the small green coffee table. "I suppose anyone can get a job these days."
Redwhisper, the red Scorchio, looked over from his stone chair. "Cool. What's the job?"
"Your Neoschool teacher, teaching Science."
"And now you lost me!"
"What?" Chris asked, shaking his head. "Back during the Fall of Faerieland I was making healing potions! Ones that weren't particularly potent, but I digress."
"Look," Starry said. "It has nothing to do with a lack of ability to make potions, to teach, et cetera- It's that you're saying it's at school. Our school."
Chris sat down on an orange, hovering Virtupets bed. Slowly, he nodded. "You're right. That'd be terrible."
"Thank you!" Starry sighed.
"But I am a terrible person. School starts in two weeks. See you then."
Starry bit her lower lip. The Scorchio shot a concerned glance at her, and she returned a nervous smile.
Other Stories
---------
 10 Things to Do When the Neoboards Go Down
Sometimes TNT has to take down the boards for a few hours to fix something, or update something, or just because they feel like it. I’m not really sure. The reason why the boards are down isn’t really important, the real problem is WHAT TO DO WITH YOURSELF?! Fortunately, I’ve got some suggestions for you!
by ahh_choo |
---------
 Hannah's Adventures: the Wardrobe of Adventure
Oh, you are here again! Are you ready for our next challenge? I am sure you will be thrilled to discover what this new game has to offer you. Hannah’s new adventure is a brand new experience, and if you have been following my guides for the past two weeks you will be delighted to know that this week’s game has nothing – and I truly mean nothing – similar to Pirate Caves or Ice CavesAlso by guik44
by saudadesdagripe |
---------
 Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part Four
“Well,” I said, adjusting the brim of my sunhat to block out the harsh sunrays, “this was probably the worse thing that could have happened.” Soon after Marty and I had fled Jhuidah’s cooking pot, I had received a neomail. The small, enchanted yellow envelope had repeatedly jammed itself against my thigh until, grudgingly, I had plucked it from the air and opened it.
by vanessa1357924680 |
---------
 Duplicity: Part Seven
Gali quivered while the guards poured a bitter liquid down his throat. All parts of his body shook out of control, disobeying his every command. He wanted to push the guards away, ask them what was going on, but he could not.
by likelife96 |
---------
---------
|
|
