Redsnake

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: 3.9 (15 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 (25 votes)

World's Largest Cheerleader

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“Urbanville Welcomes the World’s Largest Banana Spilt!”

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Average: 4.2 (13 votes)

Visitation, The

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There was a flash of fire at the foot of Mallory’s bed, and when it abated, the demon stood silently there. She wore the standard outfit, which is to say, not much; stiletto boots buckled around her ankles; a spiked choker around her neck; a pair of long fingerless gloves running up her forearms; and what might charitably be called a bikini - all in standard velvet black to accent pale, shimmering skin and long, flame-red hair. In one hand she carried a compressed air tank, which she placed softly at the bedside before sliding gently onto the covers to straddle the napping girl.

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Average: 4.4 (22 votes)

Cheerleader Scorned, A - Part 1: Betrayal

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“One more thing before everyone goes home.” The words rang out to every corner of the gym.  Amy wasn’t tall, but her presence filled the room. She was fit and compact, with tight curves, short hair, and a bubbly personality. Any observer would put her down as the obvious leader, the girl with the body of a gymnast and the voice of a cheer captain.

“Heather and I would like to announce our third squad captain!”

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Average: 4 (12 votes)
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