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Wishing for a Happy Birthday

Qtty was delighted! Her sister Theloni’s first birthday was coming up. Although Qtty looked the baby, she was in fact years older than her youngest sister. She was determined to make this the best birthday ever!

by iciclefaerie05
Zilean Visits The Faeries

Zilean, an older Pirate Krawk and an eccentric sorcerer who calls a clock tower his home, had always had an obsession with time travel. After countless years and failed attempts, he was finally successful at designing an enchantment that made it possible to travel in time. This is Zilean's journal.

by painted_dreams87
The Thing With Wings

“Can we consider him a member of the undead?” “Can we consider him a member of the undead?”

Cornelius Blunt glared at the white Zafara with wings on its back, wearing a brown coat, sitting out on the Sanatorium porch under the pouring rain. His fellow newly-hired nurse, a mummified Ruki in hospital garb with a somewhat defective tongue, shrugged, saying: “Wreeeaaah?”

by cherishtwilight

Usuki Singing Stars #27: MORE Publishing Problems

“Hey girlfriends!” Sparkles cheered as she entered the Neoschool cafeteria. The pink Bruce strutted towards her friends, took her seat next to Patricia and placed a copy of the Neopian Times open-faced on their table. “Look, I brought something for us to read while we eat,” she said with a beaming look on her face.

by downrightdude
Lost Beauty

The forest calls to Pilotare, but what is it saying?

by artusativ
 
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"The Thing With Wings" by cherishtwilight
"Can we consider him a member of the undead?” Cornelius Blunt glared at the white Zafara with wings on its back, wearing a brown coat, sitting out on the Sanatorium porch under the pouring rain. His fellow newly-hired nurse, a mummified Ruki in hospital garb with a somewhat defective tongue, shrugged, saying: “Wreeeaaah?” “Yes, I know, Vanessa,” he replied, “I’m just saying it’d be proper if he was undead. Or at least a freak of nature. You know, like me.” Blunt stood in silence, before looking back at the figure outside the window. “Is he a freak of nature?” “Graaaeih.” “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. He could be one of those newfangled faerie pets.” Blunt folded his arms over his chest in deep consideration. Lightning struck, and it took a full thirty seconds for the thunder to follow it. “He might get cold out there. We could at least suggest shelter for him if he’d prefer it.” “Ayeeaha?” “Fine, you call Oppo and I’ll persuade him in,” Blunt groaned. “And make it quick. You better not have me waiting as long as the last time.”




Other Stories


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Scoring Big When You're Bad At Games
As much as I have always enjoyed playing games, I’ve never been that great at them. It hasn’t stopped me, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that it made earning Neopoints through games and scoring the much coveted trophies and avatars easy.

by katehoughtonbeckett

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Your Unexpected Successes!
Curious about the ways in which my fellow Neopians became unexpectedly content with all that they've accomplished, I decided to head on over to the Neoboards and ask them, "When did your ambitions finally give way to contentment?" I got many interesting replies!

by indulgences

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Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Seven
It was cold. Not as terribly cold as the storm outside, but cold nonetheless. Someone had taken his parka, leaving him shivering within the cold metal bars of his cell. Lighted torches lined the wall, illuminating a dungeon clearly carved out of the depths of a mountain.

by hybatsu

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And Then There Was Silence: Part Six
The assassin has been slowly stalking the Scorchio through the bustling streets of Market Town, hiding in and watching from the shadows as the thief talks to every shady merchant he finds, desperate to find a buyer for the stolen goods.

by theschizophrenicpunk

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The Rickety Ship: Sick Beats
Well then...

by dimartedi

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Customization Disaster
The things we do for beauty!

by c4774r3



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