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Issue: 754 | 21st day of Collecting, Y18 |
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Short Stories
 | The Perfumed Plight of a Posh Princess Chessangie the Royalgirl Draik was sifting through the mail at her house when she noticed a beautiful envelope which bore a rosy pink hue. She saw that it was addressed to her, so she opened it. She was enthralled by the sparkly glitter and intricate details on the card which she found inside.
by _brainchild_ |  | The Story of Ash and IceThis is my story about the origin of Baelia, the grey faerie, and Taelia, the snow faerie.
by kittyz_all_the_way |  | The DinnerIt was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed. Also by ___popo___
by grimmbones7 |  | UneventfulThe big blue eyes remained unblinking, a pinpoint of light in a dimly lit room. Her smile rested like a mask on her face, disguising any emotions that flitted through her head. She sat calmly, waiting for him to finish. He smiled at her. "What do you think?"
by __ayahrox__ |  | Learning from Rejection: A Story of RedemptionDue adjusted the basket hanging from the crook of her elbow before putting her paw on the doorknob on the front door of her home. After being let off early from work, she was excited to spend the day working on her arts and crafts. As soon as she opened the door, however, she smelled the distinctive, salty scent of jelly tinged tears.
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"The Dinner" by grimmbones7
It was a dreary day. Alfred hobbled across the Neopia Central path and waved to the Money Tree. He unlocked the Post Office and began dusting his collections. He picked up his favourite framed photo and gently dusted it off. He went through his daily routine of signing off on shipments and organizing his stock. Whenever a happy, plucky customer came in Alfred put on a smile and helped them find what they needed. He grew tired of the same routine day in and day out. He pondered retiring for a moment and then shook his head. If he gave up the shop, he wouldn’t have anything to keep him occupied.
He remembered years and years ago when he owned the Food Shop with his wife and son.
Young Alfred sprinkled the flour on the counter as his son helped to flatten out the dough.
“Papa, do I roll it out like this?” the little chia asked.
Alfred looked down at his son and laughed.
“You have flour on your nose!”
Annie popped her head in the kitchen.
“Come on boys, we have to get the bread out for the customers!”
Alfred smiled. Annie was always rushing around to get everything done. He took over flattening out the dough, got them in the pans, and lifted them into the oven. As he set the time, he went to the orchard to get the baskets of fresh fruit.
“Papa, look at me! Look at me, I’m flying!”
Other Stories
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 Four Legged Friends (FLF) NP Wearables: Jan-June
Hi there everyone! We are back with another edition of Four Legged Friends. Not familiar with us? Well, I (Amanda) am a huge eyrie fan and Hayley is a huge Gnorbu fan - we want to highlight wearables and show customizations that are specifically dedicated to four-legged pets!Also by 987654321_hj
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 The Greatest Show In Neopia!: Part Six
Kadar struggled in vain to get his arms free from the vice-like grip of the two pirates that had suddenly hauled him to his feet in front of their Governor, but he was held fast. Desperately he panted out, “I don’t know what’s going on! She screamed - back in the inn. She was kidnapped!”
by chavo_guerrero |
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 The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part Two
The wind from the door breezed through Biggs skull. He huffed a short exasperated sigh and climbed down from the small, creaky stoop. He gingerly placed the bouquet against the door, turned around, and left the thorny thicket. He wandered slowly around the park until the sun fell away and the glittering specks of starts littered the sky.
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