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A Little Slice of Life

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Deborah thumbed the marriage band on her finger while she waited on a wooden bench. The sun was dipping below the horizon. The neon sign for Dooley’s Bar & Grille buzzed above her. The dinner rush was at its peak.

“It’s been like five minutes. Maybe she cancelled?"

Deborah tapped her brand new shoes against the cement.

"I oughtta check, just in case.”

She took her brand new smartphone out of her designer purse. No new messages. Damn. She looked at her new wristwatch. Every second was agonizing. Each minute was an eternity.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Think of it as Karma

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Monique couldn’t believe it was working. Who would have thought that a twenty dollar pseudo-pregnancy potion and some bullshitting would have so much mileage in a high school reunion? Her old classmates were noticing for the first time that she actually existed, and some of the ladies were --she couldn’t believe it-- actually jealous of her. It was amazing! Just another half hour to go and then everyone will think she has a fiance named Chad and a cozy apartment in Boston!

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Average: 3.5 (10 votes)

Envy Is A Powerful Emotion

Beth stared beyond the cash register, beyond the small dining area, out through the glass windows into the depths of the cool New England night. It was dark and alien, an infinite shroud broken only by the steady rhythm of the streetlamps that lined the small road out of town. The boredom was soul numbing. She could not for the life of her fathom why a Burger Wiz should be open so late at night, and who in their right mind would be hungry enough for one of their slimy grease pucks in the dead of night.

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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Witness Protection

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Megan stirred at the sound of footsteps, but she was too exhausted to bother opening her eyes. It had been a long night already, and she didn’t have to check the clock to know it was far from over. The police had insisted on a patrol past her door every thirty minutes and a physical checkup every hour on the hour. It was an insane amount of bother, but at least it was all ending soon. Tomorrow – today, she thought blearily – she’d take the stand, and then there would be nothing left for anyone to fear. But for the moment, everyone was paranoid bordering on fanatical.

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Average: 3.7 (20 votes)

Midnight Madness, Part 2

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The whole squad, all eighteen of them, were gathered in the changing room, getting ready for their big night. It was 11:35 and in less than half an hour they would be the ones to initiate the celebrations for Midnight Madness, the first official day (night, to be precise) of the basketball season. They were already listening to the accumulating crowd, stamping feet, noisy chats and the occasional cheer, overpowering the uplifting music that was already making the whole building vibrate slightly.

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Average: 3.7 (3 votes)

Midnight Madness, Part 1

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The university's courtyard was full of people bustling about. It was a particularly sunny and warm day (it was after all still mid-March) and consequently everyone looked particularly cheery. Tanya was lying down on the grass, her beautiful lips slightly open, book on hands and sunglasses in place. People were buzzing around her and she pretended to not care but all she did was observe, glancing over the rim of the page she was currently reading – for the past twenty minutes or so. And her mind roamed...

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Inflated Wives' Club, The

"I would just like to thank Linda for volunteering to host this meeting." Marcy began, resting her teacup on her enormous, shelf-like bosom and wondering what it would be like to be able to see her feet. 

"Oh, don't mention it. I've always wanted to host a meeting of the Inflated Wives Club." Linda answered, making a rather prissy hand gesture of exaggerated humbleness and wiggling a little on her enormous rear. "I hope I didn't do too badly on the cookies."

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Average: 2.4 (8 votes)

Girl Power

- This is the prize; - A woman with double chin opened a suitcase and showed the packs of currency inside. Then she put it on the bar stand, and carefully closed both locks. – The winners will divide those between them. I love inflation movies! The public loves inflation movies. I know your kind, so if the feed is cut off - no prize for anyone. See you in 100 minutes. – She lifted the suitcase, turned and walked out, there was a sound of a car driving away. The two guards stayed though.

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Average: 1.9 (8 votes)

Marie's Big Boob Job Checkup

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"Hi, Cherry I guess? I'm here for THEIR appointment..." smile Marie, a stunningly beautiful red head entering the laboratory. Tall, stunning and curvy, she point to her unavoidable and most striking feature: her HUMONGOUS chest.  As cute and sexy as she is, Marie sport ridiculously large breasts implants, ballooning each of her boobs to about the size of full-blown beach balls.

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Average: 4.3 (8 votes)

Deep Sea Rivalry

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Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.

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Average: 4.3 (27 votes)
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