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Week - 680

Last Minute Gift (Baskets)
by placebo_533
Description: It's coming up to Valentines Day and we all know what that means...
Week - 699

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.
Week - 705

Jack-O-Luncheon
by placebo_533
Description: Boo!
Aaah!
Week - 711

Baby Blues
by placebo_533
Description: Hush...
Week - 717

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.
Week - 720

The Riddle of The Sphinx
by placebo_533
Description: Two travelers must answer...
Week - 750

True Colour
by placebo_533
Description: Gerard lay back, content at last, as the final word of his latest story dried on the paper. Complete at last. Already his head stormed with new ideas and fresh enthusiasm. No matter how many novels, or how many short stories, each began like first steps - brimming with new life and possibility.
Week - 755

The Truth About Clowns
by placebo_533
Description: At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared.

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Hello, From Your Windowsill
Hello, my name is Todd, and I am alive. That's right, I am a sentient being trapped inside this plushie body. When I was a young Poogle, blue in color, I carelessly wandered away from my owner and was dragged into the laboratory of a mad Skeith scientist. I still do not know the mad scientist's name, but he knew mine.

by medusala

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Edna's Cosplay
Whether you love or hate her, Edna is a well-known character around Neopia. She is most famous for her quests, and also commonly associated with Halloween because of the way she looks and where she lives. Even though, as the Neopedia says, she’s “older than mouldy cheese”, she deserves to have some fun once in a while and act like a young Neopian again.

Also by dutchese159

by krispykritter6

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The Neovian Misadventure of Will and Biggs: Part Three
Biggs gently pushed on his back and they stepped out into the street. Wills heart leapt up into his throat. He sunk his head low and darted his eyes about. A well-dressed Grarrl with a beard to his belly and a Mynci mime were on the street to the south.

by general_grievious__

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The Truth About Clowns
At the beginning of Autumn, the clowns started to appear. They came out at night mostly. They would stand in the middle of the street, and watch you. They would peer into windows. You might find them looming in the dark at a park, at the local shop - anywhere and everywhere they appeared.

by placebo_533

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Defender Scarlet Shadow in the Backstab Knight: Part Three
Jeran stared at the Eventide Kougra, not quite believing his luck. "Yes, he did! Do you know where she went?" Jeran asked him. The eventide Kougra sighed. "I was hoping to catch the geezer himself. But he must be busy and you're the next best thing."

by orisasda

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