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The Newcomer

When I, a Yellow Vandagyre, moved from the mountains of Shenkuu to Neopia Central, I was not sure what to expect, but I knew that there was a big surprise for me in store. Like the rest of my known friends that were heading out, I wanted to explore the world and make a difference in some way after decades of isolation.

by lupe_hunter_7
Proving the Existence of Jelly World

n building off down a dark alley in Neopia Central, a group of pets got together to discuss an idea that many would not be able to voice in public. “Now, I’m not saying it is true right away,” Started their self-proclaimed leader, a Jelly Kau named Jeandra, “But suppose that Jelly World does actually exist.”

by greenj12356
We Ordinary Few

They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit.

This change was anything but minor.

by cherishtwilight

Anneslace and the Imposter Apple

Anneslace bolted upright in her bed. “A Krawkadon? In the galley? I told Sam he could get a nice, sedate Plathydon, not a Krawkadon.” She paused. “How much… how much food is left?”

by peirigill
Agent 42

Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes.

by opossumman
The Unsettling Aftereffects

The investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects. One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.

by jannafer
Plight of a Knight

The chains jangled on my legs and wrists like bells. They had blindfolded me, but a musty scent told me wherever I was going was grimy and cold. The guide beside me kept a firm grip on my arm as I inched along, as my body moved me forward in spite of myself.

by darkpixie28
 
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"Agent 42" by opossumman
Jacob flicked the switch on the coal-sorter and waited on baited breath. This would be the one, surely. The Christmas Kacheek had spent far too many hours on the device for it to backfire again. Slowly one steam-powered rotor began to turn and moved the coal from one pile into its internal furnace. It worked just as planned: a breakthrough, in his eyes. "Stealth! Come here! It's actually working!" he yelled to his friend. Stealth, a Silver Eyrie, turned from the twelve-piece jigsaw puzzle he was struggling with at the kitchen table to see his friend beaming with joy. "That's great! So glad to see it finally come together," he said as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder with his wing. "Come to think of it, Stealth, aren't you almost late for that delivery run? You wouldn't want to lose another job, you know?"




Other Stories


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As the Wheels Turn
Have you ever wondered what exactly it is that powers the wheels of Neopia? For example, where does the Wheel of Excitement get all those Neopoints? How do the wheels get the power to inflict illnesses? And most important of all, what is it that keeps the Wheel of Monotony spinning for so long?

by fhn_ladybug

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Mysteries Of Neopia!
I'm puzzled by many aspects of the Neopets site, and decided to make a list one day of all the mysteries within the land of Neopia. To do this, I canvassed the Neoboards for the opinions of my fellow players. I got many interesting replies!

by indulgences

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Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Five
“I thought I heard something, like some kind of faint howling. You don’t think there are werelupes down here do you?” She turned to face her brother.

by shadowknight_72

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Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part Three
"So where are we going?" Corbin asked me.

"To Sunset Isle Mental Health Institution," I answered.

"But that's an insane asylum. Why on Neopia are we going there?"

"I have to interview someone there."

by chasing_stars44


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Eclectic Antics: The True Ghoul Catchers
Even the Ghoul Catchers outsource their work.

by amarettoball

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It's So Cutie!
Don't let appearances fool you.

by saudadesdagripe



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