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Go on, don't be shy! Look, they're even divided by type of story. Over here, I have adventure stories. If you're looking for romance, try that shelf. Oh, and don't forget the biographies.
If you're looking for history, we have that, too. I'm afraid that much of our source material is in storage, but you can enter that through the side door over there.
| by Administrator | Written on January 1st, 2003 at 05:57 PM |
You head for the back of the library, hunting down these stories of (hopefully famous) people. Sure enough, here's a shelf and it has the names of pets you recognize. There's the ubiquitous King Coltzan. Farther along are lesser known pets, some you recognize only from appearances in the Neopian Times.
And along the bottom shelf are a set of thick books that turn out to be biographies of just about every evil being in the "Gallery of Evil". You gingerly pull one or two out to check the titles. Yup, definitely evil.
You finally decide to pick out...
| by Scriptfox | Written on January 4th, 2003 at 01:04 AM |
You would have preferred spending time by the Chocolate Factory with your friends collecting candy. But no, Mr. Specklesup, your teacher, had to assign this report. Other people got exciting subjects like Fyora and Brucey B, but you're stuck with some stuffy neopet who died two hundred years ago.
You search the shelf, and find one old, dusty copy of "John Lotterpaw : The Lupe Who Wrote Dictionaries". As you read the first page you find it extremely dull and dry.
When you imagine what torture doing the assignment is, you consider leaving the library and taking an "F" on the assignment. Should you, or should you not, and what will you tell your parents?
| by Sara | Written on January 13th, 2003 at 09:28 PM |
You set down at a table and start scribbling away. Born in 200 BN .... you briefly wonder what they called it, since they couldn't know it was that long before modern Neopia was made. Then boredom sets in again.
You find yourself yawning and trying to stay awake as meaningless word after meaningless word goes by your eyeballs. A couple of times you have to catch yourself because you totally skipped something, or just started writing the wrong thing. Oh well. Two more pages to go...
It's somewhere on the last page that you...
| by Scriptfox | Written on January 14th, 2003 at 09:31 PM |
You are in your old chair, with a pipe in your mouth, dressed in a thick plaid coat on a snowy evening.
You hear a knocking at the door. Lethargically you walk over there, with a few coughs on the way, and open it.
"Sir, I represent the Neopian University of Language to ask why you didn't attend yesterday's seminar."
"I sincerly apologize," you reply, "but it was a very cold night and my doctor recommened cough COUGH cough COUGH COUGH cough..."
"Mister Lotterpaw, are you alright," replies the concerned messenger, closing the door and escorting you back to the chair.
"... COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH!" After your spell, your voice is temporarily a weak trickle. "I can't function like when I was young *burp* and I miss it. My doctor said I shouldn't expose myself to the cold, and I should drink plenty of *cough* of warm cammomile tea". As you say this, you take the kettle off the fire.
"Are you sure you are fit to attend the Annual Neopian Examination League Convention in a week from now?" the messenger asks. "Sounds like you have a really bad cough, and you're an old neopet.
"I will NOT miss the conven- *cough* convention," you reassure the messenger. "I have attended it ever since it was founded, and I will *cough* I will go out to it even if it is the coldest night of the year, or I cough myself to pieces."
| by Sara | Written on January 15th, 2003 at 01:41 AM |