Short Stories
 | CorruptionI feel weird. Sometimes I hold a book like a child. Sometimes I wonder why I have never gotten used to my own appearance. I wonder why I can’t socialize. Why nothing worked out for me. Sometimes I stare down at my hands, wondering where I went wrong.
by ellbot1998 |  | Behind The DoorsThere it is. The rusted door. The object of nightmares and hallucinations, and yet you stand right in front of it. Of course, whenever you're curious about something, it always leads to trouble in one form or another, you days of Neoschool being a prime example. But this time, it all started with a vacation.
by rainy_387 |  | Friday: Therapy Session IIfter reading the Neopian Times and seeing the rave reviews about Neopia’s famed Psychologist who could explore anyone’s underlying behavioural and socioemotional problems about themselves, The Neo-citizen took it on himself to see him.
by vanquishee |  | Like ClockworkFrequenting haunted houses is not your idea of fun. Yet, for reasons you cannot fathom, you find yourself creeping up the rickety stairs and slipping inside before the door creaks shut. The darkness is pressing; almost suffocating. You shuffle forward a little, arms outstretched to prevent any potential collisions. Even once your eyes have adjusted to the gloom, it's nearly impossible to see anything further away than a few paces.
by xxskyisfallingxx |  | Super Secret Club: Halloween HavocSummer has passed Neopia by: The once-green leaves have been replaced by a rainbow of reds, oranges and yellows. Carts of vegetables line the streets, peddled by stallholders who have ditched their sunglasses and sandals in favour of scarves and the occasional woolly hat. Shop after shop is bursting with seasonal decorations. Yes, it is most definitely autumn in Neopia Central.
by xpninja |  | Phantom PainWhat I liked and disliked about life was that there were certain roads you were simply destined for. Some Ruki got easy ones. Others got twisting, winding ones. Yet others got foggy ones. Mine is a little bit of the last two, and it’s certainly not easy. I work at night as a Specter Specialist, or “secret spirit slayer,” as the children call it. They can call me anything they like, so long as it remains rumor.
by flufflepuff |
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"Friday: Therapy Session II" by vanquishee
After reading the Neopian Times and seeing the rave reviews about Neopia’s famed Psychologist who could explore anyone’s underlying behavioural and socioemotional problems about themselves, The Neo-citizen took it on himself to see him.
Initially, The Neo-citizen never believed in psychology - to him it was just another money-grabbing scheme, but after reading the reviews and seeing a familiar tyrant, who was known in Neopia Central for raining on people’s day, profusely apologizing and trying his best to rectify all the wrong he had done in the past, he figured he’d try it out.
The reason being was because The Neo-citizen desperately needed a good night’s rest. Due to his lack of sleep, his quality of work had declined and his employer was getting fed up.
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 Neopian Dining: “Trick-or-Treat” Edition
Welcome to an extra-spooky installment of Neopian Dining, where I take you around Neopia in search of its most amazing foods! Tonight, I’ll be putting the spotlight on the homes of Neopia’s best candy: the places where you can get the most for your Neopoint and ensure all your trick-or-treaters leave your porch happy!
by lycheeprincess |
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 Fire-Born: Part Five
“That’s right, you understand now, don’t you?” Eithne said. She brought the hand with the stick backwards, and then whipped it forward. Vineti flinched, bracing herself for impact, but it never came. She opened her eyes again and saw that the stick was now lit, Eithne looking Smug. “Just as I thought.”
by goodsigns |
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 Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Four
The secret headquarters of the Desert Scarabs was alight with whispers. “I can’t believe it,” said the Scarabs themselves. “It’s incredible. Unheard of.” In the center of the dark room, bathed with light from a broken ceiling, sat a shadow Ruki and an Alien Aisha, locked in a fierce card game.
by hybatsu |
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