Voice of the Neopian Pound |
Circulation: 136,210,130 |
Issue: 282 | 9th day of Running, Y9 |
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Short Stories
 | The Lost IdeaThe stone Chia's contours gleamed delicately in the flickering light. Upon his head sat the great hat, its stone feather curving...
by yoyote |  | Pep and the Great Turmaculus"Ha-ha, you silly petpet, Pep!" she said, smiling. Her Christmas Noil was running around the middle of the living room floor chasing his jingly bell on his hat...
by 13wocky_lover13 |  | Torn Loyalties and Broken PromisesIt was today, the final day, that had excited murmurs racing throughout the packed crowd. Tensions ran high, for today was the biggest event of all - the hero's exhibition match...
by jjquil |  | Big Trees"Do you know why we're doing this?" Janice asked Ever. "Do you know why we are planting this little tree?"
by violinoutoftune |  | The Grass is Much Greener"Sweet Fyora!" he cried, slapping the water in exasperation. He laid his ears back and glowered at the specks of pink, purple, and orange that dotted the waves. His waves...
by 4zure |  | The ExtraI can only recall one moment when I found myself feeling like I was worth something to someone. Feeling like I mattered...
by jelleyfrosting |  | Neopaltropaly: The Last AllusionThe rule of the village was that only green neopets were allowed to live there. It was said that other colors attracted the horrible monster...
by amy112002 |  | Double Crossed"I have things I want to buy, too, you know. To do that I'll need money. And to get money..." A gleam came into his yellow eyes as he scanned the dark woods...
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Art by nut862
by nut862 |  | The Koi Party"Nah, what could go wrong? So here's where our laser will go-" Apoc was interrupted by his brother...
by mystery_island111223 |  | A Mysterious Fishing Trip"What's all this?" I asked, somewhat pensively. Around the room were some packets of what appeared to be tiny fish. There were sunscreen, a blanket, a picnic basket, hats, and – oh no. There were fishing poles!
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Headlines "The Extra" by jelleyfrosting We were pets who no one wanted or cared about, but our happiness was still vital to a few losers who petitioned for some proper care to the pets in the Neopian Pound. Thus the teachers. They picked the brightest out of the Neoschool and had them teach us for an hour every day...
Other Stories
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Tarla: Helpful or Harmful? We all know Tarla, the pink-ish Ixi who gives out items every now and then via the Neopets Toolbar. Some Neopians rejoice at the thought of being given free items, while some detest her for deflating them...
by deformedxmuffin |
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Vanity: Part Two He offered his arm and she placed hers lightly on top. She knew from living with Sarah that this was the customary way beauty contestants of opposite genders in the area traveled in public. She also knew from having a brain that it was going to be hard to keep her arm up...
by literalluau |
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The Mirror of Memories: Part Seven Suddenly, I heard a sturdy knock on the door. I rushed over to it, wondering if it was Malin. But then again, she'd probably have a key to her own house, and wouldn't be knocking...
by sytra |
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