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NT Withdrawals, Pt 3

Making it worse is that three weeks have passed. Should we tell him?

by korbat2_5
The Beauty Contest Paradox

Technically, both ARE true...

by mimitchi880
Neolodge's new feature

that makes sense...

by bruyne
The Marvelous Misadventures of Super Attack Pea - 5

Super interesting topics for super squads.

also by _aragorn_

by joslucca3000

i'm broke

but im changing up the ways i earn $$$

by irasshai
Trouble In Meridell

Who knew Dragoyles were so sensitive...

by muramoomo
Head in the Clouds: Pack Rat

Hoarding is rewarding here in Neopia!

by yoshisislandbandit
The secret of Elvin

The kiko is pop

by itsume_tao
Grundo Logic

We were both right...

by brixta
Did I hear 'event'?

ummm wait...

by aquarelar
Peace and Quiet

In danger or the perfect ploy?

by liezelotte8
NeoDorks

Comic for UsukiCon.

by ixienthusiast
Is it Halloween Yet?

Some of us can't wait for Halloween!

by asterozoa
Let's Play NQ2! Part 1

A difference in views.

by snow_catt
New avatar madness!

Just some light hearted humour

by gleenut
 
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"Reginald Acorn and The Mysterious Jewel Thief " by dtrg
4:30 am, Neovia. I've been living here for a month already, but I still can't get used to it. The fog is particularly thick tonight and I'm shivering in my trench-coat. My breath is drawing small clouds of smoke around me. Big Skeith, my boss, is heavily breathing next to me. He's the biggest darigan Skeith I've ever seen and he smells like bacon. Don't tell him, apparently, it's rude to say people smells like bacon, which I don't understand because I sure do like bacon He's wearing a tightly fitted trench-coat and his hat is deeply screwed on his head. You are only able to see two creepy red lights, where his eyes are. Big Skeith, while being my boss, is also the chief of police of Neovia town. His real name is Marcus Worsley but everyone calls him Big Skeith, it apparently started years ago and it kinda stayed. He's rude, loud, violent and tells things like they are, but he's the best chief there is. He will always defend his men no matter what. He also gave me my chance to join the police, something I've always wanted, and despite the fact that I had zero experience.




Other Stories


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New Chapters
This is an imagining of my recent return to Neopets :) I had first played sixteen years ago.

by marchabun

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Reginald Acorn and The Mysterious Jewel Thief
The beginning of Reginal'd adventures as a detective!

by dtrg

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Pets Are Friends Not Food
While browsing through Neopian Fresh Foods one evening looking for something delicious and nutritious to feed your pets for dinner you come across an item called Draik Steak. The description beneath the item reads ‘A large lump of prime rib shaped to look like a Draiks head (not actually made from Draik)’. You chuckle to yourself as you place a few in your basket and think ‘I wonder why they bother to say it’s not actually made from Draik, why would anyone want to buy a REAL Draik Steak?’

by phoned

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The Worst Gifts You Could Give
There are a lot of different ways you can express your gratitude to friends and family. You can tell them that you cherish them and care about them, you can take them on a fantastic vacation around the world, or you can shower them with gifts and presents! Gift giving is a tradition as old as time, and we now have so many holidays that really revolve around giving presents to those close to you.

by ellaisback

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Jolla and the Magic of the Dream Fortress
The faerie’s footsteps reverberated off the gleaming stone tile. The interior sprawled like a grand hall, neutral greys dominating the polished floors and high-vaulted ceiling. Specks of tinted rainbow light flashed through the stained-glass windows, the passing clouds that were close enough to touch caused the light to dance. As she floated, following behind the faerie’s footsteps, Jolla the Dimensional Peophin took in her new assignment. The sorceress thought to herself, “So this is the inside of the Dream Fortress…”

by miraday

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The Curse of the Impatient Seamstress:Part Three
Justine hurried as she made her way into Uni’s Clothing Shop. She was weighed down by a bag holding every dress that she had made the night before.

by rocksysmom



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