Short Stories

	A Day in The Life of a Normal Bori The Bori was tagging along, trying to help. He had been doing a decent job, too, until they reached the Haunted Woods. by softlyfallingrain
	The First Day ...I smiled as I sat up and stretched. My life was perfect. by sinqua
	Darigan Diaries Presumably, because I'm Darigan, everyone would think I have no heart or something, that I'm just an emotionless statue – what a false accusation! by tanyawebber
	The Kiko Lake Vacation He had a perfect view of Kiko Lake - the small, round houses with windows shaped like portholes, the dark edges of the forest, and the glass bottom boats... by snokapfox
	Zor and the Angel Blob "Nothing's the matter," said the tiny Chia sullenly, ripping another piece off the grass. by yoyote
	Unbottled: The True Story of Balthazar Balthazar's real origins are not as history recorded... by alexmajor9
	Dear Auyura Our trip began in the treacherous jungle of my room. My energetic gallion, Keegan, helped me pack... by fieryangel40
	The Story of a Silent Prisoner My name is Daer Farill. At least, it once was, for now my new name is simply Clop. by dragonstorm_75
	The Little Things That Count I probably should have told him to let it go. I should have told him it was time to grow up... by teddybearofdeath
	Fooling Myself There was something about fleafs, though... maybe because they were so miniscule, maybe because as soon as you saw one it jumped – vanished – and then you had no idea where it was. by weaponstar
	My First Day in Neopia Today I entered the world of Neopia. No, I'm not a newly created pet or brand new item that's just been released. I'm a newbie, and this is my story. by averryyy
	Sasha's Paint Brush "Oh no," Sasha murmured, eyes in wide in apprehension. The small Usul trembled with uncertainty as she slowly approached the Rainbow Pool. by auntieziz

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"The Story of a Silent Prisoner" by dragonstorm_75
I still wish for freedom, ever wondering when Lord Darigan shall release me from my cold, unforgiving cell. I write my diary now, for two reasons. One is because I cannot speak, and two is because I want others to know of my plight, and what happened oh so many years ago that robbed me of my life and speech... I was once a noble, brave protector of the Darigan Citadel before its destruction...

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A Salute to the Lenny Conundrum
In honor of this puzzling pastime's upcoming 300th problem, here are 15 things you may not know.

by lkozma

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To Lab Or Not To Lab
To lab or not to lab. That is a very important question to ask yourself before you go all out and buy those expensive secret map pieces.

by xxo_kacobs_oxx

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Chasing Moons: Part Two
The view through the windshield was a chaotic swirl of purple and black. She had to drag her hands around the array of buttons to ignite the secondary jets. This was, if it could so be called, the tricky part.

by goosher

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Her Majesty's Champions: Part Three
Someone banged on the door of the Grand Council Chamber. "Milady Fyora! I must speak with you at once!"

by saphira_27

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Spooky
Ow, right in the parietal lobe!

by ghostkomorichu

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Untitled
How did she not notice?

by xx_wolf_xx_cub_xx

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