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Circulation: 179,112,207 |
Issue: 439 | 16th day of Eating, Y12 |
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Short Stories
| The Cold, Clear Day in Happy ValleyThe Mountain Weekly still ran the same old stories to try to get people to "support the cause" again. What cause was there anymore? Tavi, the hero of Terror Mountain, had fled and taken Baelia with her, never to be seen again.
by cloud411908 | | Rekindled HopeAll of a sudden, a thought leapt into my mind. What had become of that Kougra, that bright little spark, whom I had seen nearly four years ago?
by guddi6 | | DesolateFor as long as anyone could remember, it had been the sole chronicler of every sad story in the whole world.
by thorndove | | Action Air Tales: Privateer's Bane!"You have been selected as one of the premier freelance aces to undertake a confidential mission to protect a classified cargo..."
by thatsextraheretical | | Kingdom of the Mind"My king, the Oracle is here by your request."
by lyraedi | | Letters to Baelia"That's Baelia, Lucy. Now, come on; it's not polite to stare."
by kat_sings | | Fading to JoyGrowing up, Vaesrin has always been more comfortable to be the observer rather than the observed...
Also by repulsives
by ava_ked | | Reason We're HereDr. Death put a hand on the Gelert's shoulder. "She's not coming back. Let's find you somewhere to stay."
by solcana64 | | Memories Of A Son'I'm going to be a hero!' you exclaimed, brandishing your lolly stick...
Art by mybestfriendgina
by epode | | Solitary EpiphanyWhat was I, but a single speck of dust in a world that expected me to be great, before I could find myself?
by sylviau | | The Forgotten Tale of the Grey FaerieFog settled ever deeper over the normally sunny valleys of Brightvale, blanketing all of Neopia in its misty shroud...
by astra139 | | Grey DazeI woke up in a fog, in a daze of grey motes swimming across my eyes.
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Headlines "Kingdom of the Mind" by lyraedi "My lord Nexinus, king of Falthyr," a voice of charcoal drawled. "How may I serve thee?" The Oracle reached up to the hood of her cloak and revealed her face – an Aisha with fur like the foam on forgotten seas. Her eyes had long lost their usefulness, now an empty pool of silver...
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