|The most fantastic thing in the universe!
||Issue: 850 | 7th day of Celebrating, Y20
|850 Years Frozen In IceDeep in Terror Mountains there lay hundreds of beasts, some friendly and some foes. It is a place long-forgotten by explorers, and home to potentially undiscovered Neopet and Petpet species. |
Also by suchrob
|850 Days LaterThe sky was playing a symphony of magical colors that night, notes of muted purples sang their way through harmonies of deep blues while dazzling greens reverberated in between. The cool colors sang soft promises high above the horizon, beckoning the passion of the warm yellows and oranges still clinging to the setting sun to fade away. |
|The Weewoo who found his name One fateful morning, as the sun rose over Krawk Island and the flocks of parakeet and pawkeets started their cacophony of daily songs, each one clamouring to be louder their neighbours, a small Weewoo gently stirred from his sleep.|
|Finding Home: A Collection of LettersIt was just after sunrise when Veronique the Island Xweetok finally landed on the beach. The salty ocean breeze was warm and comforting, and the soft sway and rustle of the palm trees reminded her she was home, a notion that was more foreign to her than she expected. |
Also written by breakeven and detection.
|Of Weewoos and PotatoesInspiration had deserted me completely. I was supposed to be writing, but for the last five minutes I had just been absent-mindedly tapping on my desk with a pencil, staring at a blank page. This story for the 850th issue of the Neopian Times wasn't going to write itself, but at this rate, it seemed that I wasn't going to write it, either.|
|The Weewoo Keeper and the SeaThis is my short story submission for the 850th issue of the NT! This story has a personal, very short dedication at its end for my grandmother Patricia.|
|Sleepy HeadThe land of Neopia has many worlds with exotic foods, different stories and adventures to tell, but there is only one world where you can make your own story for a short period of time. |
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"The Weewoo Keeper and the Sea" by miraday
'Tis the last Weewoo tonight flying high alone.
All his soft-feathered friends are nestled back home.
No other White Weewoos grace Shenkuu’s evening sky.
He glides through darkening clouds, shining like starlight.
I shall not retire with you still on your journey.
I keep the coop hatch ajar and bide my worries.
It is my vow to oversee our homeland’s Weewoos:
Those who fly between our peaks and afar like you.
Soon, the moon rises as pale as your eggshell down.
I wait with patience, knowing you will come around.
Even when the winds are bad and weather stormy,
The day will only end once you fly home to me.
The sunset was exceptional that evening: from the peaks of Shenkuu, the amethyst sky yielded to the calm navy of the horizon, the clouds blushing a fuchsia hue as if they were complimented by the rising moon. The nightly mists rolled in and the stars peeked out like little White Weewoos twirling far, far away.
|Enjoy the 850th Edition Party with Rarity 85 Food!|
Just in case we might not have a chance to talk later, I would like to take the time now to thank you for coming to the Neopian Times’ 850th Edition Party hosted by yours truly. I am extremely happy to see you here!
Grab a drink and make your way around the garden. There’s a lot of food for you to get your hands (or fins, or paws, or … you get the picture) on.