White Weewoos don't exist. *shifty eyes* |
Circulation: 190,382,103 |
Issue: 573 | 7th day of Celebrating, Y14 |
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Short Stories
| Misadventures of a Neopian Times Reporter: IXI was scanning the water for the avatar winning prize when I noticed something swimming in the murky depths up towards me...
by kristykimmy | | The Geraptiku Temple"Kougra, I really don't think we should do this..." I muttered, taking in the giant temple in front of us.
by melina322 | | Life Is an Adventure, and So Is the Transfer RoomMy name is Adaline, and I'm a transfer pet. Which means every home I've ever had only kept me for as long as they had too before sending me away for a better pet, or their "dreamy" as I've heard them called.
by peronalodis | | Hiding in the ShadowsJust as she was about to grudgingly about to become visible, something happened. A random event!
by kate_d | | The Chase"No," the Wocky said, "It's too big, I think—"
And then the three of them screamed and squealed as a rainbow Moehog suddenly jumped over and clambered onto the table...
by jarm9 | | Rainbow in the Woods"Haunted Woods Orphanage," ten year old Amalia read the large stone sign, a tad hard to read due to its weatherworn appearance.
by 77thbigby | | Hidden Amongst the SandsThe town had always been hidden away to avoid unnecessary dramatics, yet something was amiss.
by icesmith | | TornI peered at my reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror. A small Xweetok stared back at me.
by katniss_66 |
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Headlines "Misadventures of a Neopian Times Reporter: IX" by kristykimmy It seemed like an ordinary, harmless day; nothing had even gone wrong yet, aside from being pounced on by Sidney as I passed the Deserted Fairground. It had taken me ten minutes to escape him as he drew the 's' in my name out to frightening lengths and tried to get me to buy...
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The Vitruvian Wizard: Part One He didn't like it when wizards in the necromancy division began thinking – they had normally been relocated there for the express purpose of being forgotten about.
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