|Are You a True Neopian?In my opinion it is not your achievements that make you a Neopian but your mistakes and failures and how you learn from them. We can’t all be well known or fantastic at games or collecting avatars or in the Battledome. But we can all commiserate together when things go wrong. If you still keep coming back to this site despite all the disasters and upsets you truly can consider yourself a Neopian.|
|Autumnal: Top Five Autumn Items Guide - InstrumentsGet to know about the top five Autumn items in Neopia!|
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|Eyries A to ZIn celebration of Eyrie Day, I have compiled an alphabetic list containing everything there is to know about this wonderful species. From colours to wearables and from characteristics to famous Eyries, this article brings the wonderful Eyrie into the spotlight.|
|A Grey Eyrie DayA blue Eyrie longingly searches for a paint brush, and finally finds one in the Lost Desert. But will it make him happy?|
|How to Get Your First UC PetIf you weren’t lucky enough to keep an old-style pet after the conversion, or joined the site later than that, how can you hope to own one of these coveted UC pets? In this article I will go through the various ways you can own a UC pet of your own|
|How Neopets Affects Our Real Lives!Curious about the ways in which Neopets has seeped into our real lives, I thought I'd wander over to the Neoboards and ask each forum about how Neopets has affected their real lives. I got a lot of interesting replies!|
|Hungry For Attention? 10 Food Related BackgroundsIt's time to show that you have good taste! |
|Neopian Dining: The Golden DubloonTonight I'll tell you about my experience at The Golden Dubloon, one of Neopia’s oldest restaurants. It has a rich history all its own, and it’s still a much-loved part of the island today. And though it’s popular with tourists, it’s also where the locals come to eat, which is always a good sign.|
|Charity Corner Shouldn't Be The EndFor those of you who love charity, I have some terrific news for you! Charity Corner doesn’t have to be the end of your charitable contributions to Neopian society! There are so many great things that you can do out there!|
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"Timmett's Transformation" by fields_of_gold
The auction house echoed with life, its high stone walls and wood floors reverberating with the sounds of arguing people. Auctioneers shouted over one another as lots rose in price and bidding times ran out.
Amongst all the chaos stood a scruffy yellow Yurble, seemingly oblivious to the activity around him. In one paw he absently fingered a bag full of Neopoints, and he stared longingly at something on one of the long wooden auction tables.
A heavyset blue Scorchio wearing a rather bright red and green visor and matching vest approached from the other side of the table. “Can I help you sonny?” he asked jovially.
The Yurble looked up, startled out of his reverie, “Oh, no, thank you, I'm just looking.” His eyes wandered back to the baby paint brush sitting on the table in front of him, and he looked at the high price tag sadly.
Suddenly a voice, barely heard over the noise in the hall, called his name. “Timmett! Come on, we're leaving!”
Sighing, Timmett turned and headed in the direction of the voice. A tall, thinly built blonde woman, surrounded by three other pets, stood waiting in front of the large oak doors. “Come on Tim,” she said kindly, resting a hand on his head as she guided the four pets out of the auction house and into the bright sunlight.
|The Adventure in Krawk Island |
I can feel the soft golden sand on my back and the bright sun shining in my eyes. I awaken at a Island lying in the sand near the docks, I am here with nothing but a small bag of dubloons. I seem to be at alone right now trying to find a treasure of some sort and my father's seem to have disappeared leaving a note "I'll be back soon", yet the ship is still here, not in great condition but able to sail to other places.
|A Day in the Life of a Weewoo|
The blue Kacheek finished the last sentence of the letter, dipping the quill into the ink one more time to sign her name in a flourish. Next to her, Avis, a white Weewoo, dozed in a roomy bird cage, her head tucked under her wing.
|Fire-Born: Part Two|
What had happened? Was there a fire? Vineti the Chocolate Aisha looked around the rest of the room, but everything else was normal. She could have sworn something had been burning, and there was ash on her bedcovers.
|Turning Pages: Part Four|
“Danger?!” Genevieve grabbed Alberts by the collar, dangling him in midair. The Meepit struggled furiously, squirming silently in her grasp. Only when a Lupe wearing black spats—one of the few from the tour group that remained—grasped her arm did the tour guide fall to the ground.
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