Short Stories
 | Christmas on the Space StationIt was exactly 11:00 pm when Dr. Frank Sloth became aware that he was not alone. If he had been standing on the observation deck of his magnificent space station, maybe he would not be feeling so ill at ease. Maybe the soft hairs on the back of his neck would not be prickling in response to an unknown danger. Here in his private quarters, however, the sensation meant that he was in for a world of trouble.
by xxskyisfallingxx |  | Dr Death's Translocation DeviceThe Day of Giving dawned cold and bleak in a certain corner of Neopia Central, where dozens of pets without families huddled together in the Pound. They had spent the night under the large window in the reception area, staring up at the few stars that managed to peek through the gathering clouds. By morning, the fluffy white puffs had turned dark gray, and snow had started to tumble out of them.
by phadalusfish |  | A Settling of DifferencesThe spirit of Christmas comes in many different forms. It often symbolizes togetherness, family, caring for one another, ending one life while slowly building another. But in most occasions, Christmas is nothing more than an opportunity for change, a day of giving. This was not one of those occasions.
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by cherishtwilight |  | A Very Special WishIt was a chilly morning in Neopia Central, with frost settling on the rooftops and a blistering breeze blowing through the trees. The sun had barely risen and the streets were empty, with the exception of one lone white Aisha who was shuffling along the path. Her head was wrapped warmly in a fluffy scarf, and her hands were buried deep in her coat pocket, fighting off the winter cold.
by alyndasgallery |  | A Queen's Ascension - ChristmasPrincess Vyssa could not help but feel excited. She had spent the past few weeks annoying all of the servants, advisors and senators at the palace with her constant ramblings and demands, and now the day was finally almost here. Christmas was tomorrow!
by dudeiloled |  | A Brynnso Christmas Special 2Hanso: (charmingly) Hey everybody, welcome to A Brynnso Christmas Special 2, sponsored by the Faerieland Wintertime Societ— Brynn: (annoyed) Hanso I just said all that! Hanso: (filled with his brand of charismatic innocence) Well maybe some of the crowd wanted to hear it from me!
by rielcz |  | Usuki Singing Stars #28: Scary Volunteers “I’m freezing!” Scary fumed, shivering as Patricia approached her. The purple Bruce sighed as she hugged herself and buried her face in her scarf. “Why in Neopia do we have to come here today?? Can’t we just say we did our volunteer scheme?”
by downrightdude |  | A Kadtacular ChristmasVinny pressed his nose into the glass, a fine mist clouding the window as he breathed. It was a mild day in Neopia Central, they don’t feel the same chill that comes to the residents of Happy Valley, but he was still sporting a light blue jacket. Vinny was out with owner looking at the Neopian shops for Christmas gifts when a particular establishment caught his eye.
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Headlines "A Settling of Differences" by cherishtwilight The spirit of Christmas comes in many different forms. It often symbolizes togetherness, family, caring for one another, ending one life while slowly building another. One can assume that there’s something magical behind watching children throw snowballs at one another, sitting by a fire with a hot cup of borovan at your finger tips, the mothers and fathers flooding shops to shop for gifts. But in most occasions, Christmas is nothing more than an opportunity for change, a day of giving.
This was not one of those occasions.
Up in the blistering tundra of Terror Mountain, there was a breed of beasts that refused to adhere to any of these nonsensical traditions one may collectively call ‘Christmas’. It is not that they lack the intelligence or the emotion, but that they choose to express it in their own way unique to that of ours. In this case, the Snow Beasts choose to profess their admiration of each other through the only methods they know possible; grumbling, and rolling snow down a mountain.
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Christmas Outfits for the Day of Giving The most wonderful time of year is upon us again! Christmas joy can be heard throughout Neopia for this years Day of Giving. Listed below are some Christmas themed customizations for you to try. Many of us dress up in our neatest and best outfits for Christmas, so why not extend the same to your pets? There is a theme for everyone!
by gattacaa |
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Six Essential Books for Your Holiday Gift List That brings me to the purpose of this article, kind readers, for what better way to relax during this frenetic holiday than to read a good book? Imagine a warm glowing fire, a soft comfortable chair, a steaming Cup of Hot Borovan, and a special book, one that celebrates and enhances this lovely season. So presented here, for your reading pleasure, is a list of wonderful holiday-themed books that you can enjoy
by binky1260 |
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The Amulet's Curse: Part Eight “TAELIA! TAELIA!” Hannah called, clearly worried about the faerie. “Hahaha! She can’t hear you. She’s out cold. And while she sleeps, I’m stealing all her power. Soon the Pharaoh will AWAKEN!” The mysterious neopet exclaimed.
by corrina404 |
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Within the Archives: The Dancing Curse: Part One On her tiptoes, Elleri the Royal Blumaroo could barely see out the frosted window panes. This particular window was created from an array of red and purple panes meant to take the form of some rose from a novel Hark was fond of. Elleri was sure he’d had it commissioned after finally digging his way into the Romance archive in Brightvale’s library.
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