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Mammoth Marathoner

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“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Brock. I thought you would be sick of losing by now?” came a laugh. Brock whirled around from securing his bike to a chain link fence. His  hazel eyes narrowed to glaring slits as he saw his taunter was none other than Andre. Andre and Brock had been doing marathons for years and the young men were bitter rivals. It frustrated Brock to no end that he hadn’t yet managed to defeat the dark haired French Andre that moved like a cheetah.

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Average: 4.3 (4 votes)

Sausage Party, Soda and Mentos

Sausage Party, Soda and Mentos
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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

Dylan Balloon

Dylan Balloon
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Average: 2.6 (7 votes)

Spell, The

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Nathan was miserable. He was living alone, in a one bedroom apartment, unable to sleep, unable to think, unable to just  do something. He had a job he hated, he could never keep a relationship for very long, and to top it off, he was slowly slipping into a depression. If things didn't turn around... he didn't know what would happen.
 
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Average: 2.8 (6 votes)

Victor's Demise

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Victor always knew he was hot, possibly even gorgeous. He had a strong shaped jaw, slicked back hair, and golden brown skin. His gym workouts payed off in the form of a six pack that drove the ladies wild. He should know, he'd dated plenty of them. Missy, Laura, Jenette, Paula, just to name a few. The flavor at the moment was Stephanie, a ditsy blond with a killer rack. She was the leader of the cheerleading squad, the yearbook club , and the Girl's choir, and showed it all of with pride. Victor loved to see her bouncing towards him, her chest heaving up and down. 

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Lovely Evening, A

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A busy day, winding down, coming close to its end. In our dorm room, we sit on opposite sides of our room. You are tending to your work, scribbling in your notebook. I am in my bed, casually reading a magazine. For a while there's simply the sound of your pencil tracing on paper, with the occasional flip of a page from my magazine. The sun is still well and up in the sky, and as I look out, a small sigh escapes my lips. I drop the magazine on my bed and roll to my side, focusing on the back of your head.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Club Berry

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new blueberry inflation morph style. 

Club Berry
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Average: 2.8 (9 votes)

blueberry commission 1

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blueberry commission 1
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Average: 3.1 (8 votes)

Liquid L.E.A.D. part 2

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It was Monday and I was back to work, all I could think about was going home and inflating. Some time, during lunch, I sat at my desk, and decided I needed to call my discovery something. Later that day, while getting ready to go home, I was stopped by security. I was escorted to the presidents’ office. He was an older gentleman with gray hair, brown eyes, tired face and a course voice from all the cigar smoking in his years. They security guard escorted me to the chair and I sat down. Hans, he began, so did everyone else, no one like to say my full name.

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Average: 1.3 (4 votes)

Liquid L.E.A.D.

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Liquid L.E.A.D.

Written By: Edward Viera

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Average: 3.6 (7 votes)
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