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	Eclectic Antics: Save the Chocolates, Finale Biscuit shows how to love your family. Kind of. by amarettoball
	Tea Time: Wishing for a Prince! Will she kiss him? by actinia
	The Onion Chia I'm not crying... Also by tedypicker by cherokee165
	A Gift For My Valentine This is what I call being lucky. by saudadesdagripe
	A Slimey Valentine They shouldn't make those games so realistic. by queen_potema
	Be My Valentine? Its the thought that counts Also by bha288 by mandypandy667
	What Will You Do On Valentines Day? I vote for the last option. by mustikeuh121
	Unhappy Chia Day You're supposed to eat the apple. Also by bha288 by joslucca3000
	All About Tandrak Shaye Oh you silly fans... by roxanna203
	Valentine's Day Goes Wrong Having a date on Valentine's can be dangerous too by sara1elo
	The Woes of Being a Rock ... Ow. Also by sanamm by admonisher
	Royal Pain: Valentine's Day hugs by winner19955
	Happy UN-Valentine's Day For all you grumps out there! You know who you are! Also by parody_ham by chasing_stars44
	Random Oddness - Valentines Day Wait, but, oh no... by mistyqee
	Will You Be My Valentine? Valentine, your heart is as sweet as candy. Also by flyghing by certifiabletrash

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"Super Secret Club: The Valentine's Venture" by xpninja
In the garden of number forty eight, Rainbow Lane, Neopia Central, stands a tree house. But this is not just any treehouse. This treehouse is the headquarters of the Super Secret Club. It’s Super (of course) and Secret (naturally) and the Club risk their lives on difficult, dangerous missions, like retrieving the ball that fell into Mrs-Jenkins-Next-Door’s garden, and taming the wild Warf that somehow managed to crawl through the hedge. There’s no mission too big, no task too terrifying. They will work tirelessly to ensure that justice prevails in the garden. Until nap time, that is. Now that Christmas is over, the tinsel is down. Ornaments have been packed away for another year. Snow has transformed into rain. Everything is back to normal. Well, it was, until about a week ago. The shop owners of Neopia Central seem to have conspired together. Now, the streets are exploding with hearts, bunches of flowers, and reams of red and pink fabric and lace. The Chocolate Factory has been shipping out their most luxurious delicacies in box upon box. Pairs of residents walk hand in hand, seemingly overcome by a seasonal affliction.

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A Watery Reunion
It was a stormy night in the Month of Awakening. Even at this time of the year, the last vestiges of winter were displaying their full force across Neopia. Thick blankets of snow covered the lands near the poles, and even along the equator there were strong blizzards and icy winds blowing at freezing temperatures.

by light_faerie382

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Valentine's: A Day of Companionship
A lone Aisha sighed as she rocked herself on the swing. Valentine’s Day… She thought morosely. Valentine’s Day was a day of companionship, but she had no one to spend it with.

by sha2196

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How to Win the Poetry Competition
I see you’re here because you want to know how you can get your poem submitted to the Poetry Competition! There are so many wondrous things in Neopia to explore and write about, and so many hilarious and heart-warming poems to read, so of course it’s difficult to not want to write your very own poem!

by flustre

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Valentine’s Day: A Guide to Survival
Oh Valentine’s Day. The day that so many of Neopians look forward to. Does the sight of all those hearts make you feel sadness? What about all of those people talking about love? Don’t you just adore all the hearts and romantic gestures of love? No? Then read on.

Also by dutchese159

by krispykritter6

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Duplicity: Part Ten
Lisha heard some incomprehensible murmuring grow louder as she walked toward the eastern courtyard. In the distance, she made out a small shadow stretched out over the walls, covering the cobwebs and Spyders hiding underneath. That shadow eventually developed into the shape of a Wocky, and Lisha subsequently recognized the low, nasal voice as Danner’s. The man himself was leaning against the wall, repeatedly rotating his thumbs around one another.

by likelife96

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Sir Tormund Ellis: A Documentary: Part Four
Disrespectful. That's what it is. Disrespectful! Not even those stupid, smelly Werelupes get up in my swamp like that, 'less I tell ol' kingy and his little servants to fetch me some ingredients. No, they stay away, because they know I don't deal with their nonsense, and the king has learned by now not to send anybody my way, 'less he wants more of his so-called "warriors" turned into Blechies.

by theschizophrenicpunk

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