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Issue: 699 | 18th day of Gathering, Y17 |
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Short Stories
 | An Angel and A DevilFaerieland was at its absolute best. In the month of Gathering, leaves were beginning to turn their autumn colors and a brisk wind blew. Evening had fallen and while the festival had officially ended, some were still enjoying themselves.
by 77thbigby |  | StuckThe first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.
by placebo_533 |  | The FreeGood Doctor, I recognize your name in the more sinister spaces of Neovia. It seems I’m unable to turn my troubles to any of my companions without having your notoriety run through the atmosphere. Thus, though as a proper Neovian I should be avoiding this entirely, I have decided to conspire with the forbidden.
by cherishtwilight |  | Caring for KadoatiesDespite the piercing cries of the Kads, this was a dream job for one little Krawk named Kenadee. She had always wanted to work with Kadoaties as they were her favorite petpets in all of Neopia. And after all, they did need someone to tend to them while their owners were on vacation.
by atreyu_rules87 |  | ShatteredI cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do.
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"Shattered" by katie_kitkabug
...Where is this? It’s dark. There’s no floor, no walls, no ceiling. Just a dark, silent abyss. How did I get here? I cannot remember. My memory is shattered. Shards of scenes flit through my thoughts, never enough to form a full image. There is nothing here. I briefly wonder how I am breathing before pushing the thought aside. Better to worry about what to do. I grab the bits of memories flying around in my mind and start trying to piece something together.
Cold. Warmth. A kind pair of eyes. A sibling laughing. A paint brush. An egg. Commotion. A falling cloud. A teal monster. Curses. Cures. Faeries. A dress. A scroll. Battles. Flames. Birthdays. Holidays. Tears. Fury. An embrace. Her.
Other Stories
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 Neopia's Secret Villains: Part One
Neopia is filled with hundreds of characters. These characters range from brave heroes to dastardly villains, and everything in between. There’s one problem though – not all villains are recognised as the true villains that they are.
by asparagation |
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 Gourmet or Gross: A Foodie’s Guide
While ordinary Neopians in the past have turned their noses up at the mere mention of gross foods (and, of course, the smell), the recent foodie movement has brought gross foods back into the spotlight. Gross foods, formerly reserved for Alien Aishas and the least choosey of Skeiths, have been welcomed back onto dinner plates all across Neopia.
by panda_girl555 |
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 The Legacy of the Black Pawkeet: Part Seven
I settled myself into a chair as Rosa fell into a fitful sleep. Although I’d treated her wound, it was hard to tell just how bad the infection was, so I would need to keep an eye on her all night. With any luck though, her fever would break by sometime tomorrow and the worst would be over.Also by medit92
by teamchao466 |
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 Begin Again: Part Two
Lukirri looks out into the night, backpack heavy with dried food, fresh water and a bigger map. She stands alone, but alone and enforced, with a firm idea of what she’s doing.Art by ellbot1998
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