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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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Baby Blues
by placebo_533
Description: Hush...

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Heavy Metal
by placebo_533
Description: A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.

 
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Lame Pun: Dining Out
We Talk About Food A Lot

by blackaavar

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Cleaning Up Neopia, One Avatar Attempt at a Time
The Rubbish Avatar. It was released nearly 4 years ago on February 9, Y14. Yes, 4 years ago, and it is still uncommon to see it apart of someone’s avatar count. It’s one of those stubborn avatars. It’s a random avatar that has Neopians everywhere feeling frustrated.

by whssoftball11

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Heavy Metal
A Mote. A particle, or speck of dust. A tiny, inconsequential amount of something, usually pictured floating off to nowhere. A little bit of somethingness to punctuate the nothingness. This might be what always made me uneasy, when I thought of motes - that emphasis of space. At least, I think it was; before that day, when I started thinking something else.

by placebo_533

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He'd Have To Wait
The foliage was springy underpaw as Lopez stepped through the jungle, a camera strung around his neck. After a pawstep, the leaves would jump right back up to where they had been a second before. As the Kougra walked on, the sun grew fainter and fainter, the surroundings growing dark. Bright green plants changed into dark bushes as he walked on.

by jrayeb3

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Hannah's Adventures: the Kreludor Caves
You control Hannah – and this time, unlike Ice Caves, it’s only her – and your mission is to collect treasure chests around the map, and when you are done, enter the door. If you have ever played Pirate Caves or Ice Caves I am sure you know that even though it sounds simple, it isn’t.

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by saudadesdagripe




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