|Super Secret Club: The Valentine's VentureNow 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.
|A Watery ReunionIt 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.|
|With Roses in Her EyesThe roses in the break room were dying again. Dying and drying, their petals furling back on themselves, and their buds puckered as they squeezed out the last drops of water. She always forgot to change the water of the flowers she bought in after the weekend. Roses, her namesake. |
|Valentine's: A Day of CompanionshipA 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.|
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"Valentine's: A Day of Companionship" by sha2196
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.
She stood up and slowly trudged home. On her way home, she caught sight of the Wishing Well.
Now, the Aisha had always believed that wishing wells didn’t work, but well…
She stared at the 25NP coin she had, and tossed it into the well. She looked around her quickly to make sure that no one else was around, and said aloud, “I wish that I would have someone to spend Valentine’s Day with.”
That said, the little Cloud Aisha blushed and scurried away like she was running away from embarrassment, desperately hoping that she hadn’t just made a fool of herself.
Unknown to her, a Fire Faerie that was passing by heard her.
The Fire Faerie’s name was Gloria, and true to her name, she was a romantic at heart.
“No one should have to spend Valentine’s Day alone. I know! I’ll help that little Aisha!” Gloria rubbed her hands together and began planning, a wide grin on her face.
The next day, the Aisha found a mail in her mailbox. She stared at the pink letter, with a heart-shaped sticker sealing it. She rubbed her eyes, and was sure that she had just smelt perfume. She blinked again, looking around her, as if the culprit would still be standing around. When she saw no one, the Aisha sighed and tore open the envelope. She pulled out a rose-pink letter with flowery red writing.
“Is this a joke?” She asked aloud, and read its contents.
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A wriggling pink mass of Space Fungus splayed its tentacles into the control room, bowling over Hyren. He almost got sick right there, but he forced himself to keep his composure and complete the roll, springing back up to punch away a tentacle and wrestle several more.
|The Nightmare: Part One|
The sun shined brightly in a dense forest. Evergreen trees surrounded the field in a thick shade, the leaves and branches rustling in the wind. A lone insect circled around, its wings fluttering, beating the summer air. A pair of hands clasped together, missing the tiny bug by a hair. Arthur stood upright on his toes, smirking at the quickness of the insect.