|Come dance with the Wanderers...
||Issue: 805 | 10th day of Storing, Y19
|We Ought Never To Have Done It: Part SevenIn the clearing, there stands a shovel.
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|A trip to the Seven Wonders of the (Neopian) World: Part FiveArriving at the Deserted Fairground, Seamus felt a sense of dread. He had been warned about how run-down it was, but he wasn't expecting it to be quite this run-down.|
|The Dark Faeries' Plot: Part SixIn a dimly-lit dead end in the dungeons below the Faerie Palace, the six Dark Faeries advanced on the trio of Neopets, arranging themselves in an arc and raising their hands as if to begin their spell.|
|The Magical Transporter: Part ThreeCalleigh and Amy couldn’t go any further through the forest. The path became so small that there was no way through. |
|My Childhood Neohome: Part FourThe Cake is a Lie!|
|Skipping School:Part FourCages. Hundreds of cages. And each held a separate Neopet, either knocked out, coughing, in pain, or in some way immobilized. It was heartbreaking to witness.|
|Clara Chatham Shenkuu Plot: Part TwoClara Chatham learns more about Lunar Temple Keepers |
|Defenders of Neopia - Where They've Been: Part ThreeIn the command room, red lights were blinking all over the console. One of the guards spun around in their chair and glanced at the monitors. He chose one and zoomed in. |
|AAA and Abigails Astounding Race: Part TwoSo if your opponent has passed first, the light will already be green! But at least you’ll know you’re going the right direction. |
|Ballindalloch: Part ThreeHer bedroom still had pieces of flowered yellow wallpaper clinging to it, and as far as Avery was concerned, this was as good a reason as any to assume that her room was the last to have been worked on before the family had left. |
|Hitomi the Witch: Part TwoWAIT, I DID WHAT EXACTLY?|
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"A Sister's Business" by nikibogwater
Casey and Norman were quite the ordinary sort of siblings, for the most part. Casey, as the elder of the two, was responsible, reliable, and not prone to discomposure. Norman was young, energetic, and perhaps a little too naive for his age. They did the sort of things that ordinary Neopets do. They lived in an ordinary house in Neopia Central and went to an ordinary school. Nothing about them could really be called extraordinary.
Besides the obvious, of course.
It was a Friday, and Casey was sitting in front of the playground, tail wrapped primly around her paws and holding her head up as proud as any Lupe could. She was not unaware of the awkward glances she received from passing students, but one sharp look from her intimidating, bright eyes was enough to keep them silent. One of her ears twitched impatiently. Norman did not understand the meaning of the word "punctual," nor did he care to learn it. She had been waiting there for a full four-and-a-half minutes before she caught sight of his pale, bouncy ears bobbing up and down in a sea of dispersing students.
A high-pitched shriek suddenly ripped through the usual noises of departing school pets, and Casey saw Norman’s ears drop from their upright position.
"Not again..." she groaned, shouldering her backpack and shoving her way through the mob of confused and frightened Neopets. She found her brother in a sort of oasis made by the crowd of students all hurriedly backing away from him in a wide circle. In the middle, a Ghost Blumaroo was attempting to apologize to a rather stunned Wocky, whose fur was bristled up like a cactus and sticking out every which way.
The shadows swirled around her like water escaping down a drain. They screeched at her, taunting her very existence.
|Just A Normal Day In Neovia|
It was a normal depressing morning in Neovia. Grey clouds that threatened rain hung low in the sky as Shopkeepers were unlocking their doors and greeting each other as they started their days in the foggy streets of Neovia.
|The 9 Worst Jobs in Neopia|
Have you ever stopped to think of all the hardworking people who keep Neopia running smoothly? There are countless characters we run into every day, most of whom we take for granted.
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