Short Stories
 | Difficulties: Adventures in MovingA Baby Usul, curled in a dark orange blanket stared out the window of her family’s Neohome in beautiful Faerieland. She was lying on her bed, with silent tears streaming from the fact she arrived home safely. Maybe change in life isn’t so bad, after all. Wait- that sounds like the end of the story doesn’t it?
by peridotsu |  | One Summer's Day"Hey look, it's Mystery Island! We're almost at Mystery Island!" Daizm, plushie Kacheek shouted excitedly from the front of the ferry she, her brother and her adopted cousins were on. She blinked as sea spray from the ferry powering through the waves, splashed her in face. She has halfway over the railing at the front of the ferry when someone grabbed her wrist.
by orisasda |  | Hannah and The Faerie CavernsWhat a great adventure! Also by: o_babypet4me_o
by sky_lady |  | A Snow Faerie's VacationA slender index finger adorned with bright blue nail polish traced over a map of Neopia. Faerieland, Haunted Woods, Lost Desert, Krawk Island, the different lands seemed to jumble together in an indiscriminate manner in the mind. The owner of the index finger was none other than Taelia, the most well known Snow Faerie in all of Neopia. Her cold gaze fixed upon the giant map that took up the entirety of her desk.
by sassyxsandra |  | Heritage or Dreams“Would you come with me?”, he pleaded, his normally sharp magma eyes oozing with puppy-lupe sadness. “No. Quick, you know this is something you need to do on your own.”
by erynamrod |  | With a Little Help From My FriendsA continuation of the story "Only Time Will Tell"
by lugal222 |  | The Cuuny EffectYoungsters these days just didn’t know when to give up. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. The way The Chocolate Factory works is a total mystery. Even if you could go inside, you’d never come back out.”
by ferna96 |
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 The Ten Best Greeting Cards to Send to a Neofriend
It’s Year 17; simple thank you cards and get well soon cards are so overdone. You don’t want to be just like everyone else, do you? If you’d rather appear unique and be the most hilarious and witty and desirable and generous neofriend a kacheek could ever beg for, you’ll need to send the most inspired and amazing greeting cards to flaunt your brilliance.
by 20003425 |
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 The Definitive Guide to Brunch in Neopia
Ah, yes...brunch. The magical word that makes our ears perk up and our stomachs rumble. When it comes to mealtime, brunch is king. It combines the savor of breakfast food and the fulfillment of an afternoon meal into one comforting, memorable, and delectable course. But how does one do brunch the right way?
by turtling |
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 The Door Closes: Part Seven
A man breathes heavily across from me, audible even from beneath a mask of loose grey cloth. A swath of worn fabrics wrapped up and down his figure encloses him. He wears different patterns, colors and materials, but they are all faded and fraying, as though he has had nothing new to wear for the past hundred years and must make do with the pieces of an old wardrobe. Art by ellbot1998
by ellbot1998 |
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 The Sorceress and the Prisoner: Part Two
The warm, sweet calling voice of his younger sister woke Jeran from his dreams. He couldn't remember exactly what his dream had been, only that he had felt alone, then shook the thought from his mind. To his surprise he had woken up in the courtyard, with Lisha's face hovering above him, a huge grin on her face.
by dudeiloled |
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