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Issue: 1001 | 9th day of Awakening, Y26 |
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 | The Valentine Cure"For my entire life of 5 days and 3 hours, I dreamed of becoming a Neopian Times reporter. I longed to write with the fancy, blue quill and to own a White Weewoo Petpet. Today, that dream was..."
by czenko28 |  | Valentine’s Day at Kelp"The Maitre D' arrived at Kelp early to set up for the special Valentine’s Day dinner. When the restaurant first opened, it was booked and impossible to get in but nowadays..."
by spukl1 |  | The L-Word"Kanrik rounded the corner to see Hanso frantically doing the trick of stomping on the trash in a garbage can so you can fit more stuff in it. This was unusual because it was..."
by quanticdreams |  | A Chocolate Coated Cabbage?Another instalment where we explore Neopia through various cabbage items.
by betti666 |  | The Candy Caper"Bad news reached the guild around midday on the 2nd day of Sleeping. It'd all started when I'd gone into the Guild Prize Closet to check if everything was in order for the..."
by j_essi_blue_b666 |  | The Valentine’s Day Deadline"The newly-minted investigative journalist for The Neopian Times quickly walked down the sidewalk toward her Neohome in Neopia Central. The frazzled Desert Aisha quickly scrawled her notes across her notepad..."
by _myst_queen |  | Sharing the Sky"A large, heart-covered banner hung from the student centre entryway, proclaiming a message for all to see..."
by parody_ham |  | Grey to Fuchsia"The old alarm sounded exactly at seven o’clock, same as yesterday, same as the day before. Edgar Rutherford turned gingerly in his bed and rubbed his eyes, crusted with fatigue from another night of unsteady slumber..."
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"The L-Word" by quanticdreams
Kanrik rounded the corner to see Hanso frantically doing the trick of stomping on the trash in a garbage can so you can fit more stuff in it. This was unusual because it was three in the morning and they were in an alleyway. “Oi. Lockpick.” Hanso jerked slightly. It was an improvement over the last time Kanrik had startled him, when he’d jumped a foot straight up in the air. “Huh? Yeah?” “Do I want to know what you’re doing here?” He scoffed. “Take a guess.” Kanrik pinched the bridge of his nose. The Thieves’ Guild was a massive operation, and he couldn’t be everywhere at once. Delegation was a necessary gamble. The Brightvale branch in particular used to be headed up by an old Hissi who called himself Grandfather. He’d had a particular interest in training thieves from childhood. Kanrik, despite himself having been recruited as a boy, was not convinced of the efficacy of this. Sure, it had worked out for him, but he was lucky enough to develop a level head. There was no way to predict how a child’s personality would turn out. Hanso was the nightmare scenario. Fyora help them all, they’d given an impulsive, chatty, lovesick teenage boy an education in how to steal anything that wasn’t nailed down and several things that were. For a minute during the whole Faerieland debacle, Kanrik had wondered if this was his cosmic punishment for allowing Hanso to exist. But against all odds...
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 Who said Programming was Easy?
"Garfalox stares at the screen, numbly pressing keys and watches the light bars go up and down on another screen. Sighing deeply, he checks the clock..."Collab with vicunas
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