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	The Irony of Imagination It was an unusually dreary day. I'd just dozed off at the immaculately neat desk of my T-shirt store that sold everything. Everything, that is, except T-shirts... by crispycheesypizza
	Help Wanted Jimina closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She knew the mischievous faerie didn't MEAN to cause trouble... Also by _mynci_89 by enigma_on_ice
	The White Weewoo's Song The Eyrie snapped to attention before the stout Pirate Bruce, balanced on his tippy-toes and back straight as a board. "Yes, sir..." by velvette
	A Real Yooyuball Hero Today was the day of the highly anticipated Altador Cup match-up between Maraqua and (his own personal favorite team) Darigan Citadel. Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to get a ticket... Also by geneames1 by boobuddie12
	350 Words Oh, wow – this is how you can tell I'm just an editor at the Times. I don't know how to tell a story. There, I've launched into the plot and everything without... by sweetie_me274
	Never Upon A Time The port rang with noise. Hazel, loitering by a small white building that was attracting the least traffic, watched the goings on with a mixture of fascination and apprehension... by weaponstar
	Hey, Hey, Are You Ready? "Tired, Mal?" Mom joked, obviously knowing the answer... by nativsis
	350 Meters His real name, Moogi, was not known to the spectators at the track. To them, he was just Poogle One... by jdb1984
	True Beauty She wanted to scream. It was so unfair. Why couldn't she have been a Xweetok too... by dianacat777
	An Adventure With Ackington The scientist, who had been busy trying to pin down the Mallard to the table, looked up at his guests. "Just some minor technical difficulties, kids!" by euphemism_to
	350 Days Of My Deepest Desires "Feel free to go. I'll see you again tonight after sunset," Nyx addressed his lamp... by ayame_23
	The Long-Awaited Arrival The Yurble looked up briefly to groan about the unconquerable level of dust these days, and saw a strange sparkle through a window... by yoyote
	In Exactly 350 Words Stifling a yawn, she tried to stay awake as the President of the Writing Club droned on and on about the importance of the 350th issue... by precious_katuch14
	The Neopian Times' Glory They decided to create a singular neopoint bag worth exactly 350 neopoints and donate it to the Neopian Times itself... by akari24
	Neopian Times Addict Bob was a Disco Mynci and he was very excited about the 350th Neopian Times coming out. He enjoyed every Neopian Times... Also by mmaarryy356 by stevo_013
	Quiggles Don't Eat Cream "Oh, BigPigWig," Persepheus said. "Wumpy's dripped through a crack again! And he's so hard to spot since you painted him sketch!" Also by sattvik by twocoo
	Under a Gently Swaying Sign "Well..." Cyrus said slowly, "I do need to leave, but I've got an- um- errand to run before I head home..." by spunk1
	Message In A Bottle The sand was golden, shining, and caressed Chello's feet as she walked along the beach. She sighed happily. This was the life. It was so peaceful here, so serene... by reveirie
	Linger The grinding must have been the tomb door opening, and I didn't feel like hanging around for a few days to scare some other small, fluffy Neopian. I had better things to do with my time... by wicked_summer
	By Word of Mouth: A Comedy in Two Acts Since when does the Neopian Times publish dreadful rants about cheese? by raccoonkid230
	Three Hundred and Fifty Years of Knowledge Strange as it may sound, the only mystery he had never been able to completely unveil had to do with himself. He knew nothing of his own origin... by imogenweasley
	Spooky: Read It And Reap A bold lettered advertisement caught his attention, and upon a second reading of it, the glowing Korbat grinned broadly. "Hey, this job looks promising..." Art by ghostkomorichu by nimras23

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"Linger" by wicked_summer
My name is Ghost, and I'm a ghost. I'm the kind of person who doesn't believe in complicating matters needlessly. I'm also the kind of person who likes to skulk around in old (and structurally unsound) buildings, giving myself the appearance of a monster (with feathers, I like feathers) and giving newcomers to the Deserted Tomb a good scaring. Hey, when you've been dead as long as I have, you learn to take your laughs where you can. Precious few things in life (sorry, death) are things that you can laugh at. That is...

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