Articles
| Slushie Recipes from 101 Slushie RecipesContinuing on with the Summer theme, there’s one thing that I would like to share with you – my love of Slushies! Slushies are the ultimate go-to beverages to slurp on, especially on a hot, Summer’s day.
by happyinengland | | How to Spend Brightvale Day Like a ProAs Brightvale Day corners us again, here is a list on how to spend Brightvale Day like a pro.
by sherlockpwns | | Not All Blumaroos Are NiceBlumaroos have been bouncing around charming Neopians for as long as anyone can remember, is there anything not to love about them?
by lefaii | | Blumaroo Tails: A Not So Happy InterviewAnd now I turn to Bipple to begin the interview, as he can give you a firsthand description of this horrific scene...
by danzgirl12 | | The Best Summer RecipesI have the perfect ideas for the things you can munch on this summer. A repertoire of easy to make, but still delicious recipes, that will keep you cool and keep you moving all summer long.
by brodysseus | | The Worst Random EventsSomething has happened! You just lost all your hard earned Neopoints!
by katietease | | A Comprehensive Guide to the PurgeIf you've ever spent some quality time on the PC (or even other boards) you may have heard about this particular site phenomenon. As a purge veteran, I'm here to explain it in as much detail as I can.
by jokerless | | Danger, Destiny, And Speculation On What Is To Come.For most, the emergence of an obelisk in Tyrannia meant a new plot nothing more. For me however, it's part of something much, much, bigger.
by tansyuduri | | Playing What If? - NeoQuest IIRegular Abilities, What If?
by niddyz | | The Scrivener ReturnsIt is I, that madcap literary marauder, the Scrivener! Once again, I have ventured into the pages of the Neopian Times to tell you of my latest exploits!
by cosmicfire918 |
| |
Search the Neopian Times
Headlines "They Call Him Insidious" by faeriemelly The early morning silence inside of the toy factory was deafening. The metallic machines that stitched together each piece of fabric for the toys sat dormant. Darkness cloaked the room in a black blanket of nothingness. Large wooden shelves lined the interior walls of the large room. Upon the shelves sat thousands of soft plushies in every pet style imaginable. In the light, a rainbow of color would burst forth from these shelves, making the factory bright and lighthearted. However, when the lights were off, things were not so pleasant. Hidden in the shadows among the cheerful toys was a malevolent presence. This presence had been haunting the factory for many years. No one had actually seen the sinister being, but evidence of its existence was apparent each morning when the factory began its daily operation. Fluffy white stuffing from the belly of hundreds of plushies littered the concrete floor. Plastic eyes were ripped from the faces of the ever smiling toys, and crushed into obliteration. The cold floor of this immense room had threatening grafitti spray painted on it, with ominous sayings like, "Soon you will meet your doom", and "I'm going to get you". Several staff members were so frightened by these evil words they ended up quitting their job. This amused the wicked presence to no end. This was exactly what the presence wanted.
Little do the workers know, this being they are so frightened by is of their own making. It had been 5 years since the night of the long forgotten storm had taken place. Tired workers were at the factory that night, working a double shift to catch up on a massive order when it was created. From a box of mismatched plushie parts came a plushie that was not like the others. As the storm raged outside, one of the workers saw the decimated pieces of the useless plushies, and decided to create a special toy. The employee had no idea how special this plushie would be. At the exact moment the machine stitched the last thread of the patchwork plushie, lightening struck the factory. The lights immediately went out, and the factory was enveloped in an inky blackness. Some of the workers groaned deeply in the frustration, but had there been silence, they would have heard a malicious giggle. When the lights finally came back on, the unique plushie had vanished from the machine, never to be seen, again.
Other Stories
---------
The Elite "She would return to the arcade the next day, and the day after that, and the next after that."
by walfstreet |
---------
Thief on the Run Disclaimer: Despite all the thievery hijinks in this story, I am not condoning stealing in any way. Just so you know. :)
by sandyposs |
---------
---------
---------
---------
|
|