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Issue: 1007 | 3rd day of Hunting, Y26 |
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Short Stories
 | Uriela and the ChainOn a warm spring night in Neopia Central, the faintest hint of a breeze traveled through the streets, creeping in through an open window that it found along the way.
by turbomun |  | A Spring PicnicWith a crisp breeze in the air and a dapple of sunlight bursting through the branches arching over the small but homely hut, just within the boundary of the Haunted Woods, Sophie had made a decision.
by betti666 |  | Baking Memories“Oh no!” Rosie yelled, wafting away smoke as she ran towards the oven. Tugging the door open, she grabbed a dishcloth and pulled out the burnt cake.
by elizabeth197288 |  | A Job at Virtupets“Your clearance came through, you’re good to go.” Felix had been gazing so intently out the window at the endless abyss of space beyond, that he hadn’t heard the approaching hoofsteps which signaled the return of Janet, his chaperone.
by dennykins |  | The Ceramicist’s ApprenticeA story about Osiri (from Osiri's Pottery in Lost Desert) picking up a new pottery apprentice.
by yuumeria |
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Headlines "Uriela and the Chain" by turbomun On a warm spring night in Neopia Central, the faintest hint of a breeze traveled through the streets, creeping in through an open window that it found along the way. There it entered a little house – specifically, the bedroom of a young Usul, whose fur rippled lightly as it passed over her. The Usul herself took no notice of this, slumbering obliviously, smiling a little at her bright and happy dreamscape. The bedroom itself wasn’t spotlessly neat, but it was at least an organized mess. Scattered all around were signs of the young Usul’s passions: nail polish bottles lined up by color on a vanity table; fashion posters tacked to the walls; a straight-A report card proudly displayed on top of the dresser. Heaped in a corner by the door was her backpack, with her name written across the front in rainbow marker letters: URIELA. On evenings when the weather was fine, Uriela loved to sleep with her window open. The feeling of the breeze ruffling her fur never failed to lull her to sleep. And now that winter was finally giving way to spring, she was looking forward to many more nights of starry skies, fresh air, and gentle winds. But tonight, the wind wasn’t the only thing that entered her bedroom. Uriela stirred when she realized that she had become cold. Still more asleep than awake, she reached down for her comforter, but her wandering hands came...
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