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Last Minute Gift (Baskets)
by placebo_533
Description: It's coming up to Valentines Day and we all know what that means...

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Stuck
by placebo_533
Description: The first breath was the hardest. They call the last breath ‘the death rattle’, but the first after dying is more than that, worse than that. The shock of it is only half the trouble. It’s like a small fire, or some sort of explosion, igniting in your chest. I saw a ghostkerbomb go off once, with a piercing white fire. It felt the way that bomb had looked.

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Jack-O-Luncheon
by placebo_533
Description: Boo!

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That's the Way the Cookie Crumbles on Halloween
KC and Xag try to prepare for Halloween!

by pikemaster1

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The Shade Files - Halloween Nightmare: Part Two
Only a few hours remained before the young Neopians headed out to trick or treat. Around five-thirty in the afternoon, I left my Neohome, located on Chia Close, and headed to the DoN Headquarters. After all, it was one of a few places that could accommodate a large number of Neopians. On my way there, I met up with the Bookworm Detectives and the LPD, both dressed in their Halloween costumes.

by lupe_hunter_7

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Accident Prone
Frozen apple.

by hauntedbywonderland

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Fire-Born: Part Five
“That’s right, you understand now, don’t you?” Eithne said. She brought the hand with the stick backwards, and then whipped it forward. Vineti flinched, bracing herself for impact, but it never came. She opened her eyes again and saw that the stick was now lit, Eithne looking Smug. “Just as I thought.”

by goodsigns

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Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Four
The secret headquarters of the Desert Scarabs was alight with whispers. “I can’t believe it,” said the Scarabs themselves. “It’s incredible. Unheard of.” In the center of the dark room, bathed with light from a broken ceiling, sat a shadow Ruki and an Alien Aisha, locked in a fierce card game.

by hybatsu



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