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Amnesia

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"Ugh... My head... W-Where am I?" I look around the area to see myself strapped to a chair. In an empty room.

*SLAM*

A door was closed. Did someone leave? Did someone enter?

"You're awake." This made me jump. I turned my head to see who said that. A skinny looking teenager in a winter coat.

Wait... Isn't it summer? Yeah. It's summer... Right? Weird... Wait... Who am i captured by? I should take a look at his face. Oh... He looks around... 30.

"Eat it," He gave me a piece of gum.

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Average: 1 (1 vote)

So Many Bubbles

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The water churned and bubbled in the afternoon sunlight. The jets set to a gentle cycle making the water froth like a stormy sea. 

Theresa smiled down at her birthday gift from Chris. He had bought the hot tub two days before and had the store get it installed as a surprise while she was out getting a massage. Also a gift from her hubby. She threw her towel over the railing to their deck and climbed the steps to sit in the warm water. Their backyard had a high fence so she didn't need to worry about any prying eyes. 

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Average: 4.2 (9 votes)

Lifting Spirits

A chilled breeze brushed along the pale-albino girl’s cheeks. Her short, tomboyish brown hair tussled in the winter winds. The hair on the back of her neck perked up. Fall leaves brushed along the side-walk with a gentle scrape, it followed in the wind of the afternoon while Maya pulled herself along. She wasn’t a big fan of these long, tedious walks that seemed to last a lifetime from her College to home where she still lived with her mother and father, which was a chore on its own – regardless of the actual ‘chores’ she was given.

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Average: 4.4 (9 votes)

Pokes and Pumps

Deep underground in a small tunnel, a red rubber woman paced impatiently in her confinement. Her name was Poke, a name she was never too proud of: it sounded too much like her specie’s name, the Pooka. She was your average young adult Pooka, red rubbery skin , a clean visor, an expert in all matters of pacing back and forth underground, and a tail-like stubby air nozzle squarely above her butt-cheeks. At a distance, one could mistake her for a human in an odd bodysuit. Poke was rather frustrated at the moment; she had to endure her ten hour shift in one of the watchtunnels today.

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Average: 3.9 (13 votes)

One of Our Own

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For most people, one of the pleasures of travelling by train is that you can simply sit back and do nothing. For Kimmy however, there was always more to do on a four hour journey than simply watch the countryside passing by her window, she supressed a naughty smirk as she ran a hand along the side of her thigh, feeling the outline of her phone. It was thrilling to think how many delights that phone contained, that she could lay her hands on at moment’s notice.

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Average: 4.3 (8 votes)

Zombie Mall Kids, The Frequel

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Poor Rosa, I know you're going to die in this scene. You, the voice of reason, whose only sin was being curvy and Hispanic in this otherwise white and assless travesty. I’d toast to you, but I’m pretty sure we are out of soda and I don’t feel like checking.

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Average: 3.9 (11 votes)

Leslie's Blowup II: Truth and Consequences

Leslie awoke, but didn’t open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger’s weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she’d been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep.

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Average: 3.9 (15 votes)

Blueberry Room, The

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“Now over here if you follow me I have something very special to show you!” Mr. Wonka proudly exclaimed, leading the tour group to a large room.  It was a busy day at the Wonka factory, as an entire high school class of about fifty was scheduled to tour the grounds.

The tour group filed into the room to discover a table, stacked high with freshly baked blueberry pies.

“Mmmm...smells delicious!” said Brittany, the senior class president.

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Average: 3 (6 votes)

Creepy Inflation

I can feel the cool, wet, morning air as I walk down the rain soaked street and soft rain drops collide with my umbrella. A few cars pass me as I stroll on the wet, street and puddles of rain. A couple of the cars splash me or honk and I try not the get angry at them. The splashing makes the umbrella almost completely useless to me, but I take a deep breath persevere. Lightning flashes in the sky above and thunder soon greets my ears. I smile and enjoy the weather as I remind myself it’s better than being stuck inside my dreary apartment.

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)

Friendly Mishap, A

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