| Chet Flash wuz here |
Circulation: 197,890,978 |
Issue: 1034 | 30th day of Hunting, Y27 |
|
| |
Short Stories
 | A Baby Bori's Treasure HuntA sun-bleached bone poked out of the sand. Gianduja’s hurried stroll rolled into a frantic skip as gravity and the unstable footing of shifting sands forced his feet faster down the dune slope. Collab with rac4000
by lunaticrave |  | The River GuardianNeopets crossed her bridge all the time on their way to the mountains beyond the village. Technically, Elerya was supposed to ask them to state their business, then grant or deny passage while taking tribute.
by the_academy_awards |  | Master Vex and the Art of Never Losing at CellblockWhen one thinks of Darigan Citadel, a few images immediately come to mind: brooding skies, ominous architecture, and the smell of slightly overcooked Skeith steaks wafting through the air. Collab with cefoiya & idcjazmin
by joshdibb |  | The King of GamesKing Roo excitedly hopped back into his chambers with his new board game held tightly in his paws.
by ningkov1 |  | An Unexpected JourneyRosemary sat at her desk and sighed, gazing around her room. She was totally, utterly bored. Collab with geneames1
by firefoxtails |
| |
|
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines
"An Unexpected Journey" by firefoxtails
Rosemary sat at her desk and sighed, gazing around her room. She was totally, utterly bored. The little Red Usul had nothing to do; her chores (sweep the floor, put away the dishes) were finished, her homework was done, and her parents were still at work. She was fortunate that she was old enough to be left alone. Until last year, she had spent her after-school hours at a babysitter's house, along with half a dozen other youngsters. She recalled that every afternoon had been a scene of barely controlled bedlam, with kids tripping over each other and making so much noise that their sitter, Miss Johnson, frequently put her hands over her ears in feigned exasperation, calling loudly for "Silence, children!" Her pleas rarely worked.
Well, things were silent now, thought Rosemary, sighing again. She was an only child and had lived in the same house in Neopia Central all her life. Her parents worked in the deep catacombs - her mother, Sarah, was a Blue Poogle who worked...
Other Stories
---------
---------
---------
 Dungeons and Dimwits
In the ever-dark of the realm she was trapped in, an ancient queen’s mind began to stir. For you see, our dimwits were oblivious to the true nature of these dice.
by kayixu |
---------
---------
---------
|
|
|
