Short Stories
 | A Rambunctious Kacheek's Culinary PlightThe alluring elegance of the establishment emitted the feeling of bliss. The restaurant, simply named "Kelp", was rumored to be one of Neopia's finest eateries. On the basis of its eclectic appearance, it certainly lived up to its reputation.
by _brainchild_ |  | Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree“Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”
by downrightdude |  | Tasha The Air FaerieAll of her life, Fyora received attention and special treatment everywhere she went. It is a nice feeling being recognized and admired everywhere you go. However, there was always a tiny piece of Fyora that wondered what it would feel like to live a normal life for one day.
by she_chose_love |  | Once Upon a MemoryIt all seems like such a long time ago—ironic, really, given that we live hundreds of years in the past now.
by parody_ham |  | The Spelling Testt was one of those hot, lazy, summer days when all you want to do is lie on your back among the buttercups and listen to the springabees buzzing by. Being stuck in a classroom felt like being in prison, and I couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end.
by _starryeyedsurprise_ |
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"Usuki Singing Stars #34: At the Money Tree" by downrightdude
"Isn’t early-summer cleaning fun, girls??” Sparkles asked enthusiastically. The pink Bruce was sorting through a pile of sweaters, separating them into two categories: sweaters to keep and sweaters to donate. “How are you guys doing?”
Patricia sighed as she sorted Sparkles’ shoes. “Why did you ask me to help you clean?” asked the faerie Shoyru. “And how am I supposed to know which shoes are for donation and which ones aren’t?”
Scary sat down on a beanbag chair. “Well I’m not going to waste my afternoon sorting through someone else’s junk,” sneered the purple Bruce. “Especially if I don’t get paid for my services.” Narrowing her eyes at Sparkles, Scary began to file her nails. “This file you have is almost dull.”
“Then throw it away after you’re done with it,” Sparkles instructed. “Patricia, you can just organize my shoes by colour and line them up near my closet. I’ll go through them later.”
As the girls, minus Scary, continued to work, Snaw barged into the room and began jumping on Sparkles’ bed. “I can fly like a Bruce in water!” Snaw cried, jumping higher.
“Snaw, have you finished sorting through your room yet?” asked Sparkles, folding a sweater.
“I will never bow down to the evils of cleaning!” Snaw exclaimed.
“That makes two of us,” Scary mumbled.
“So have you sorted through your stuff, Scare?” asked Sparkles.
Scary shook her head.
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