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 | A Gift for every ValentineIt is that time of year again! Hearts, pink, love, what fun. If you struggle picking the perfect gift for your friends, this guide will give you an array of options. Also by accelerate
by tamra1024 |  | 9 Unconventional Gift Ideas this Valentine’s!Valentine’s – the day when the air is filled with so much love and affection, be it for a special one, our friends or even our Neopets!
by breakeven |  | A Bratty Baby’s Favorite Valentine’s Day Wearables ---Starring Walda the very bratty Baby Kacheek and Christine, her owner!---
by _brainchild_
|  | The Neopies: A RetrospectNew avatars, events, colors, and wearables: A lot happens each year on this site, and one way it is recognized is in the form of the Neopies.
by dog78303381 |  | Valentine’s Special: Valennytine’s DayIt’s Valentine’s day, and that means that we, along with this entire issue of the Neopian Times, are going to serenade your eyes with various shades of pink. Also by _razcalz_
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"A Slew of Stars" by weewoowriter
He blinked with the faintest hope a manuscript would materialize within the next fraction of a second. His fortune failed him.
A cardboard box of blank paper partially blocked the desk light that would have hit the sitting green Peophin, leaving him obscured in its shadow. Beside his desk, twinkling lights entered the bedroom from the window. Sometimes a white spaceship with green lights periodically zoomed in the sky. He found himself staring out, hoping his patience would reward him with a flash of green. He shook his head and refocused on where his lamp shone brightest—the single sheet of paper glowing with its crisp white sheen.
Dravneel plucked the feathered quill from the ink jar and raised it above his head. He slowly inhaled, and as he exhaled, he whispered a small prayer to the creative forces in the world for enlightenment. However, his words were less than elegant and more of a desperate plea for his pen to magically write his next great Neopian novel. One moment of silence followed. Then another. He opened his eyes and found his hand frozen in the air—his writing instrument hovering over a nearly pure parchment, save for the tiny drop of ink that splattered onto the page without his noticing.
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 A Slew of Stars
He blinked with the faintest hope a manuscript would materialize within the next fraction of a second. His fortune failed him.
by weewoowriter |
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 Three of a kind:Part Three
“So we have met!” Scarlet exclaimed, excitedly. “Of course, and how lovely it is to see you again, and Steel, I remember you it is good to finally make your acquaintance finally.
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