Short Stories

	Effistella the Perfect The first of many stories about Eff and Dodo. :] by dorotheasansa
	A Krawk Tale By candlelight at night, she would sit and read through her various books about the different lands, dreaming of the day when she could go and explore them... by jeancgirl
	Racing the Hurricane I lie awake in my bed at night, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. Hurricane Acara, first of the season, is coming in. by navycoat
	Deadly Dice Why Brynn and Hanso did not join the search for King Roo. by usulblue444
	Lord Darigan's Letter To The Editor You have a Sloth Appreciation Day, for Fyora's sake! Dr. Frank Sloth, who experiments on innocent little Neopets and concocts potions that transform them into ugly mutants! by heathorn
	Interview With A Larnikin A small table sits in the middle of the room: a table littered with papers, a tiny terrarium, pencils, more papers, an open book, and something that resembles a horn used as a primitive sound-amplifying device. by shy_gurl1983
	The Edge of the World "Who's they? And who's Dr. Sloth? And what's Neopia?" Tinost said, echoing my own confusion. Lapnia stared at us. "Are you two for real?" by emrozi
	All That Glitters is not Green "No one said anything to me about needing to be painted something," the green Skeith replied. by spiderwax
	Letters to Eliana These letters were found in a safe inside an abandoned, broken down house in Faerieland... by spirit_wolf589
	In Memorandum It all started several months ago when various Neopians began noticing the jolly king from Roo Island began some sort of negotiations with Alstaf Poogle, the Poetry Competition judge. by lupe_hunter_7

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"Effistella the Perfect" by dorotheasansa
I was born on the streets of Neopia Central. For the first few years of my life, I stole what food I needed, starved more often than not, and did what I could to avoid the pound. No one looked twice at me, a hungry, dirty Usul with small eyes and a skill for hiding. I was never named, never having had an owner, but developed a moniker after a few months of being shouted at by shopkeepers desperate to stop me from thieving. "Off!" they'd yell at me...

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A Second Chance: Part Six
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"Oh, Mr. Jennings!" she said. "I am so excessively glad you could attend!"

Jennings smiled in response; he didn't think there was a part of the room that wasn't excessive in some form.

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A Bit Sketchy - Low Budget Prizes
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Odd Oddities
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