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Short Stories
 | Victor the GargoyleA story about an eyrie who just wants to watch the sunrise
by rkbear |  | An Unlikely FriendMost Neopets had been born, hatched, or made in Neopia. In fact, it’s almost unheard of for a Neopet NOT to come from Neopia. Most Neopets know what it’s like to be an outsider in other lands, but even if one land is strange to them, home isn’t far off.
by shiningarcheops |  | Sharp Shards“Oh benevolent, loving-“ “Give me a break.” Shard the Carmariller was currently bugging her Usul’s human caretaker Ribbon for more food at their family meeting. Food which the family simply couldn’t afford at the moment.
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Headlines "Victor the Gargoyle" by Username "I ’m not cursed! Right Noir. Today is the day I will see the sunrise,” The young gray eyrie watched as the sky began to lighten with his black barbat perched on his shoulder. He watched as the sun rays began to rise over the leafless trees of the Haunted Woods. The stiffness in his feet traveled up his leg to his waist as the sun rose. With a sigh, almost no one heard the eyrie disappeared and, in his place, one could see only another gargoyle perched among them many that perched on the manor’s roof.
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Harker's Story By the time Harker managed to escape from Jane Clementine’s clutches, hail a cab and return home, he found Aren in one of the guest bedrooms, wrapped up in a thick woollen blanket and deeply asleep.
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The River that Flows Eternal When Rikti awoke, it was early morning. The sky outside was pinkish blue, crisscrossed by scudding clouds. He sighed, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, before massaging his neck. It was still sore after yesterday’s events.
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