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Effistella the Perfect

The first of many stories about Eff and Dodo. :]

by dorotheasansa
A Krawk Tale

By candlelight at night, she would sit and read through her various books about the different lands, dreaming of the day when she could go and explore them...

by jeancgirl
Racing the Hurricane

I lie awake in my bed at night, listening to the rain pounding on the roof. Hurricane Acara, first of the season, is coming in.

by navycoat
Deadly Dice

Why Brynn and Hanso did not join the search for King Roo.

by usulblue444
Lord Darigan's Letter To The Editor

You have a Sloth Appreciation Day, for Fyora's sake! Dr. Frank Sloth, who experiments on innocent little Neopets and concocts potions that transform them into ugly mutants!

by heathorn
Interview With A Larnikin

A small table sits in the middle of the room: a table littered with papers, a tiny terrarium, pencils, more papers, an open book, and something that resembles a horn used as a primitive sound-amplifying device.

by shy_gurl1983
The Edge of the World

"Who's they? And who's Dr. Sloth? And what's Neopia?" Tinost said, echoing my own confusion.

Lapnia stared at us. "Are you two for real?"

by emrozi

All That Glitters is not Green

"No one said anything to me about needing to be painted something," the green Skeith replied.

by spiderwax
Letters to Eliana

These letters were found in a safe inside an abandoned, broken down house in Faerieland...

by spirit_wolf589
In Memorandum

It all started several months ago when various Neopians began noticing the jolly king from Roo Island began some sort of negotiations with Alstaf Poogle, the Poetry Competition judge.

by lupe_hunter_7
 
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"Effistella the Perfect" by dorotheasansa
I was born on the streets of Neopia Central. For the first few years of my life, I stole what food I needed, starved more often than not, and did what I could to avoid the pound. No one looked twice at me, a hungry, dirty Usul with small eyes and a skill for hiding. I was never named, never having had an owner, but developed a moniker after a few months of being shouted at by shopkeepers desperate to stop me from thieving. "Off!" they'd yell at me...




Other Stories


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Paint Brushes for Personalities
Today I'm going to choose a selection of colours and explain to you what kind of personality the colour would suit.

by zoarozdtyui

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Mop 'n' Bop – Mop ‘till you drop!
Place of the riot: a very dirty Hall of Heroes; the offenders: a group of Altadorian petpets; the victim: one VERY angry janitor!

Also written by lute248

by dawwetje


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Greenglade: Part One
Laerya and Akorri had been traveling together for several days now. Lae, the Cybunny, had recently started learning magic – she'd taken an interest in the element of light, but her ability was limited.

by aquadaika

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A Second Chance: Part Six
Jane still fought hard against the tide, somehow managing to keep her head above water for long intervals of time. A ship on the horizon was her only sanctuary and salvation...

by rachelray179

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A Bit Sketchy - Low Budget Prizes
To be fair, it was a great idea.

by raccoon353

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Only Hardcore
Tyrannian edition. Message sponsored by the Tyrannian Tourism Board.

by fressed



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