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Issue: 464 | 8th day of Collecting, Y12 |
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Short Stories
 | Never Too Old For FunThe day had finally arrived! Sywun's little nose itched with excitement as he thought of it. His cousins were coming!
by puppy_girl252 |  | A Snowbunny MysteryThe Department of Detectives is a not very known branch of Defenders of Neopia. Those who are allowed to work there like it that way.
by animalmagnet1197 |  | The Dangers of Delivering a Pizza: A Puzzling Story"She's a bit upbeat for someone who lives in the Haunted Woods," thought Sir MushroomStump. "Oh well. It will take a while to deliver, though. This may be a good practice run for the rookies.”
by a_secondchance |  | The Spardel on the Street CornerI don't know why I felt the need to do it. I've always been fiercely independent, not liking to rely upon anyone else, and not liking anyone else having to rely upon me.
by crazy_holly_ii |  | A Midnight Snack: TemptationsI rolled over in my bed and glanced at my Usul Alarm Clock on the nightstand. It read 11:58.
by mango_mango101 |  | Dreamer"Don't you think the sunbeams are beautiful? That they're just like what a song would look like, if you could see it?"
by misshoginpitt |  | Brothers, Ghosts, and Graveyards... Oh My!"I want you to meet your new little brother Patrick."
by bethanyziegler |  | An Adventure Into the NightLife was perfect. Her every wish could be fulfilled. Running Faerieland was very simple.
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by jamba_jukeba |  | Oddballs In NeoviaMy favorite street lamp, you know the one closest to the graveyard, was burnt out as usual. I loved it, though; it made looking out at all the cracked and weathered headstones so much creepier.
by greyandrainy |  | Petrified...all the faeries are covered in stone.
by peachwriting |  | The Perfect ColorQuarrye couldn't wait to try it out.
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"The Spardel on the Street Corner" by crazy_holly_ii
Nobody else spared him a glance, except the cyclist who almost ran over him. The cyclist, a blue Acara, shouted "Sorry!" as he sped by. The apology got lost in the wind and I doubted if many other passers-by heard it. The Spardel had just looked up at the Acara...
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