|Sanity is forbidden
||Issue: 239 | 12th day of Hunting, Y8
|A Thousand WordsHe hadn't always been like this. He used to be a landlubber
with a family and a home. Many happy years he spent on that shoreline...|
|The Clumsiest Apology Letter Ever WrittenThe letter fell from her hand as Illusen suddenly recognized the flowing, spidery penmanship and gasped...|
|A Trip to the Doctor"So you're saying I'll become a fungus ball?
|That Purple GrundoThat Purple Grundo, that was my name. Or, at
least that was what everyone called me. That was even what I called myself.
There was no time for names in the life we led...|
|A New DayShe brushed the mud off the item as best as she could. It
was a red notebook with DIARY printed across the front...|
|Hidden in the DarknessAt first,
I see no one, but then I notice the dark corner up ahead of me where two buildings
meet. Standing there is a shadow Lupe...|
|Lost in the DriftsI struggled to keep
up with my yellow Bori, Chrys, as he bounded through the snow. Major hint: If
you're a not a runner, don't raise a Bori on Terror Mountain! |
|Thief-catching 101: an Interview with the Pant DevilDon't try this at home, kids. No couches were harmed in the making of this story!|
|Never Get MadDon't get mad. Get even.|
immediately and looked back at the young red Usul. "I forgot to give you a name,"
|Spyder Bite: a Gladiator's Tale"Ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer boomed. "Please put
your paws, hooves, wings, and fins together for our reigning champion..."|
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"That Purple Grundo" by dragoncrazy10
There was no time for names in the life we led. I was a Grundo slave in a section of the space station. I and so many others were responsible for manufacturing Neopian products, be it toys, keychains, or a matter of different foods. I was not an extraordinary Grundo. In fact, I was one of the...