|The most fantastic thing in the universe!
||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...
|The Dummy's Guide to Extreme Herder|
Samrin is a Kacheek who has an outrageous number of petpets, and doesn't seem
to mind them running around like idiots until, of course, the big bad Lupe,
Balthazar, comes trudging in looking for lunch...
|The Fall of Qasala: Part Two|
I couldn't help but wonder just how many Qasalans were
listening to the message with an increasing sense of dismay. To be torn away
from your home...