Short Stories
 | The Korbats in the Pumpkin PatchAsmundar was a clever little Eyrie, but there was one thing that he just couldn’t figure out tonight, and it had been bugging him and bugging him. He couldn’t get the Korbat face on his pumpkin just right. He had spent hours and hours using his claw on every pumpkin in his owner’s pumpkin patch, but he was a perfectionist and something just wasn’t right.
by jade_ceres |  | All That JazzBrian was disappointed. His neighborhood's Weewoo had not yet delivered the day's Neopian Times issue, twenty minutes after he usually came. Brian had wanted to get a jump on the day, but he couldn't if he was waiting on the post carrier.
by azienskieth |  | Training School FriendsI made sure my hair was centered and my dress was not wrinkled too much. I wanted to make a good impression on my first day at the training school, so that I might make a friend. I stood there in silence in front of the whole room, while they looked at me.
by sparkleeze |  | Loyalty LivesDalibor was on escort duty. The shadow Peophin was an up-and-coming solider in the kingdom of Psellio. He did not complain. He was honored to serve the royal family: King Anselm, Queen Adaeze and Princess Valenchesa. Whatever his orders, he obeyed without question.
by 77thbigby |  | Humbug and the Symol HoleIt was just another normal day for Humbug, the blue Noil. The normal routine consisted of getting up at the crack of dawn to go fishing with Nappox, do a few quests for Edna, and then continue on with his day. However, today seemed a little different.
by catytha_love_paz |  | A Rigged GameIf you have illicit goods or services to offer, then Krawk Island is where you want to be. Everyone knows that, of course - pirates made the island famous, and they keep it famous too. There are plenty of famous pirates: Captain Dread, Garin, Captain Scarblade... The list goes on. Grimtooth never thought of himself as a pirate before he travelled to Krawk Island.
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Brian was disappointed. His neighborhood's Weewoo had not yet delivered the day's Neopian Times issue, twenty minutes after he usually came. Brian had wanted to get a jump on the day, but he couldn't if he was waiting on the post carrier.
At last, ten minutes later, a large collection of papers entered the newspaper slot below the kitchen window. Atop the headline was a note, which said, "Sorry for the delay. We're training a new Weewoo, and he doesn't know the route yet."
Brian discarded the note and took his newspaper to the table. While he sipped his coffee, he read all of the latest news, and when he was done with that he flipped to the classified section. Every Saturday, he perused the classifieds for one reason, and one reason only: ever since he was a young Elephante, he had wanted to join a band. He had bought and learned to play a saxophone, and he was quite good at it too. He looked in the classifieds for wanted ads about bands, but though he had been doing this for several months and had met with a dozen different bands, they all had the same thing to say: "No, thanks." They weren't interested in saxophones, they wanted guitars and drummers and singers. He wouldn't stop looking, though. He was sure he would eventually find someone to recruit him.
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Old Annie ate her supper in front of the neovision set every evening. One of her granddaughters came round to make it for her, that night it was Valerie. She was a good, dutiful girl in her mid-twenties. Once Annie had finished her meal Valerie cleaned the dishes and then said goodnight. The younger Cybunny kissed the elder lightly on the forehead and then was away into the night.
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