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Quote of the Week
Five days later, on a grey drizzly afternoon, Pharazon stepped off the gangplank of the sky-ship liner and into Brightvale’s bustling skyport. He pulled the hood of his travelling cloak closer around his face to protect himself from the chill air, watching his breath pool in front of his snout every time he exhaled. Spring was just getting under way here in the Meridell region, which meant the snows had left for another year, but it was still too cold for Pharazon’s liking and he envied furred and feathered Neopets in this weather. On days like today he would much rather be curled up on a couch, reading.
The Secret of the Faerie Quests
A collectable card. A toy ball. A stick of red lipstick.
These are all items that the questing faeries may ask for to complete their spells, but how on earth can these things be of any use? What can Edna possibly add to her potion by throwing in a small plastic car to melt and warp in the boiling liquid? And why on earth does the fire faerie need quite so many torn gym socks?
Feeding Famished Florg Fanatically
Feepits! I feel funny fabricating fables featuring Florg, the famished fickle feaster. Frankly, Feeding Florg falls firmly as my favorite feel-good fun! Alas, I cannot keep this alliteration afloat, so onto the guide ye feeders seek! Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve insulted the Feepits by featuring them in this article, so I expect to be attacked by a herd of them as I stroll around Neopia.
Get Your Neo-Poetry Featured!
Before we begin, ask yourself 'what do I want most on Neopets?'
While we all use this beautiful piece of the interwebs for different reasons, one thing that people will always agree on is that winning is a pretty fabulous feeling. Everyone likes to be a winner at least once in their life. Neopets has a lot of different ways to be a winner. This article however, is about the Poetry Spotlight and if prizes, glory and shiny new trophies are your thing, keep reading because you're gonna love this.
|"The Desk Inspection" by _starryeyedsurprise_
I'm not the only person Keriso, the zombie Draik, plays tricks on. She does it all the time to everybody. Friends at school, my dad, her mum, Duimu the grey Grarrl from up the street, strange Neopets in cafes, even teachers. And even our new teacher Miss Gest which takes some nerve, I can tell you.
Miss Gest is the games teacher, as well as our class teacher. She's a green grarrl with short black hair and solid legs like tree trunks. She wears great thick spectacles like the bottoms of jam jars and she has a bellowing voice that you can hear from the other end of the playing field. And you should just hear they way she yells at us.
"You have two minutes to get changed, starting from.... NOW!" She shouts standing in the corridor between the boys' and girls' changing rooms. And woe betide anyone who isn't in their shorts, t-shirt and plimsolls by the time she blows that horrible shrieky whistle she wears on a blue ribbon around her neck.
I was walking to school one Monday morning and I hadn't called for Keriso that day, partly because I was still sulking about her spoiling my mum's best sheets over the weekend with a hair-brained scheme, and partly because the postman had just given me a letter with a Kiko Lake postmark and I wanted to read it in peace.
The letter was from my grandma, a plushie Kiko who I am very fond of. And I got a very nice surprise when I opened it because there was fifty Neopoints inside, as well as a belated birthday card with a picture of a plumpy on the front, who looked just like my petpet Cortana. I was smiling at the card when I heard Keriso's voice behind me.
"Eastly," she called. "Wait for me."
|"The Brightvale Market" by fleurdust
"Stop fidgeting, Jojo, and straighten your crown!"
Princess Jourys shuffled in her scratchy, too-puffy dress and scowled. "Mother, I want to go the market!"
Her mother tutted and reached forward to straighten her daughter's crown herself. "I've told you a thousand times, not today. We're expected at court. Your uncle is so looking forward to seeing you."
"It's so boooooring," huffed Jourys. "And he's not my uncle."
"He's as good as, and he'd done a lot for our family. It's all his doing that you're a princess at all, so do as I say and stop fussing!"
Jourys flopped back in her seat and scowled. The carriage was drawn by a Rainbow Alabriss, and causing something of a stir in the streets. She peeked out between the curtains and caught sight of the flags and banners of the market fluttering above the rooftops. It was so close...the Royal Ixi princess was almost on the point of clambering out of the window and making a run for it when her overbearing mother grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her upright.
"You've got something on your nose. Goodness, Jojo, what should I do with you? If I hear any of this nonsense about the market when we get to the castle, I shall send you to your room for a week, do you hear?"
Jourys pouted. "Stop calling me Jojo, I hate that."
"Have it your way, Princess Jourys." She put a nasty emphasis on the words. "Now stop sulking, and at least try to smile, won't you?"
|"The Quest for Piratehood" by lunarchronicles
Lantsov absolutely adored living in a Neohome in Krawk Island. As a pirate Blumaroo, he felt at home among the scourges and scallywags that prowled the beaches and alleys of his neighborhood. And, of course, he participated in all of the mandatory pirate activities that the island had to offer. Drinking Piratey Fruit Juice from glossy tankards in the Golden Dubloon, visiting the Forgotten Shore, and training with Cap’n Threelegs were just some of his favorite activities.
But there was one huge problem. Lantsov wasn’t actually a pirate. He longed for the red-and-white striped shirt, the blue coloring, and the little polka dot bandana that would give him the pirate look he so craved. But most of his Neopoints got turned quickly into dubloons, and so he hadn’t saved up nearly enough for a paint brush to fulfill his dream.
His sister, Plushue the plushie Blumaroo, came across him one day as he sat at the kitchen table, his snout buried morosely in his arms. She patted his ear with her squishy paw.
“What’s wrong?” she asked kindly.
“Everything,” Lantsov groaned, his voice muffled. “Why can’t I be a pirate, Plush?”
Plushue picked a stray thread from the blue and yellow patch on her tail, and took a seat next to her brother. “Hmmm. Well, why don’t you save up enough Neopoints to buy yourself a paint brush?” she suggested. “I saw a pirate Blumaroo just now, out on the dock, waiting for a boat to Neopia Central. He looked pretty sharp.”
“I can’t afford one,” Lantsov said grumpily. “I’ve been trying to play games to win Neopoints, but I’m no good at them.” He slumped down further in his chair. “I’m going to be yellow forever.”
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|The Desk Inspection|
I'm not the only person Keriso, the zombie Draik, plays tricks on. She does it all the time to everybody. Friends at school, my dad, her mum, Duimu the grey Grarrl from up the street, strange neopets in cafes, even teachers. And even our new teacher Miss Gest which takes some nerve, I can tell you.
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|Desert Requiem: Part Nine|
Although Shiki had described Symerra as a city, in reality it was more of a ghost town. Many of the buildings were abandoned, and some lay in ruins. The population numbered in the mere hundreds. Shiki's grandmother, the mayoress of the city, explained that many Symerrans had perished in a plague three years prior, including her own son and daughter-in-law. But Symerra's decline began over two hundred years ago...