|Janet and Jane: The Case of the Framed Detectives: Part Three"So where are we going?" Corbin asked me.|
"To Sunset Isle Mental Health Institution," I answered.
"But that's an insane asylum. Why on Neopia are we going there?"
"I have to interview someone there."
|Chronicles of a Caped Crusader: Long Shadows: Part Six“Darigan's army mobilized over an hour ago and they are systematically sweeping the city. If Morguss and the Painted Lady are in the Citadel, they will find them. It's just a matter of time now,” Loraine said, keeping her eyes on the monitors while she spoke.|
|Beneath the Haunted Woods: Part Five“I thought I heard something, like some kind of faint howling. You don’t think there are werelupes down here do you?” She turned to face her brother.|
|Bottled Faeries Inc.: Part ThreeI had never found the dark scary as a young child. I had never trembled in bed at night, conjuring up imaginary monsters that purportedly lurked beneath my bed, behind my dresser, and inside my closet. But after the Kougra thrust my bottle into the depths of his backpack, I felt a jolt of fear unlike anything I had ever experienced before.|
|Duplicity: Part SixThe drawbridge itself could hold half a palace. Spiky vines cracked through the edges of the moat below, slithering through patches of shrubbery. Sunlight glittered off the golden borders of the turrets.|
|A Light Faerie's Quest: Part Two... Flora gazed into the shimmering basin in Queen Fyora's throne room, her eyes wide with shock. Inside the magical liquid, she saw the shape of a huge figure skulking about. But who, or what, was it?|
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"The Unsettling Aftereffects" by jannafer
The investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects.
One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.
Gohk, a checkered Tonu wearing a bright set of Pant Devil shorts, sat in front of him for another round of questioning.
“So,” began Martenik, “You were there at the banquet for the entire meal. You stayed for dessert, you got the Air Faerie’s autograph, and then you went home. Is that right?”
“Yup. That’s it,” Gohk rasped.
“What was for dessert?” asked Martenik, out of curiosity.
“I, uh… well, I don’t remember, exactly. After so many banquets these past few months, all the menus seem to blend together. You know how it is.”
Martenik actually had not been to a party or a banquet in at least two years. This crime-solving business had taken up so much of his time, he often had trouble remembering just what Neo-year it was. And that Pirate Aisha Morphing Potion he’d taken last week had left him with the strangest ears he’d ever had. With any luck, he hoped, his owner would soon change him back to being a Skeith. He allowed himself a moment to reminisce. (Those had been some handsome ears, back then. And the teeth, too! I could eat anything!)
|We Ordinary Few |
They stood there, in the pouring rain, waiting for the end of the world. It was always the end of the world, in a child’s eye. A year lived to a five year old is a millennia, a day a decade of turbulence and revolution. Time moves like molasses when one’s running through their fathers’ poppy garden at the speed of sound, the most minor changes an earthquake rocking the world out of orbit.
This change was anything but minor.
|The Unsettling Aftereffects|
The investigation had taken longer than most, but eventually Martenik had narrowed it down to two suspects. One of them had certainly stolen the Air Faerie’s blue topaz crystal.
|The Truth of the Space Techos|
It was a hot Tyrannian afternoon when I, the aspiring new reporter, David the Mynci, was interviewing the various factions of the Battleground about the secret society pulling the strings behind Neopian society. That's right, I was asking them about the Space Techos.
|Shopkeepers: The Truth Behind the Counter|
And then I did a double-take. Because the shopkeeper was none other than Fyora herself. Her Royal Faerie Highness was standing there behind the counter, waving as I left the store dumbstruck. What was the Faerie Queen doing tending a small shop in Altador, waiting for passers-by to peruse her employer’s selection of partially-eaten omelettes?