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Science 3

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The short-haired brunette in a lab coat waved. "Hi again!  I'm Jordan."

The pony-tailed brunette in a tank top, open blouse, and a skirt gave a polite nod. "I am Flora."

"...and today," Jordan said, "we are doing science."

"Again."

"Again," she repeated.

"Despite my stern warning against you doing so."

Jordan arched an eyebrow. "Why are -you- getting upset?  The last time we did science you exploded me by filling me with an Olympic pool's worth of water."

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Average: 3.2 (9 votes)

Dullahan

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The day was overcast and cloudy, as it had been for the week prior.  The gentleman had settled in for some quiet study in the library, when the manor's front doorbell rang.  Sighing, he set down his sudoku book and pencil and proceeded through the manor, cursing himself for not hiring a butler.  As he reached the door the bell rang again, and he muttered a weary "yes, yes, I hear you" as he peeked through the keyhole.  Spotting a figure with red skin and silver-on-black eyes, he immediately reached for the lock.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Superpowered

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"Down on the ground, boys and girls!  Bulletta's in town!"

Bursting through the doors of the bank was a muscular, long-haired platinum blonde wearing a tight black leather outfit with a wide window in the front that put her bountiful genetic blessings on display.  It was positively ostentatious, but if she wasn't prone to showing off she wouldn't have loudly announced her presence in the first place.

"It's Bulletta Brass!" one of the customers exposited. "Notorious super-powered bank robber!"

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Average: 3.8 (6 votes)

State of Emergency

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She just keeps getting bigger.

At first we didn't know what had happened.  A panicked call came in about an emergency in the pharmaceutical lab in the outskirts of town, shortly followed by reports that a building collapsed in the same area.  People in the department thought it might have been a terrorist attack designed to cause a biological outbreak, but they wouldn't have let them build it anywhere near the city limits if there was anything dangerous in it.  Regardless, we went in expecting the worst.  What we found was... different.

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Average: 3.7 (12 votes)

Metamorphosis

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Metamorphosis 5

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As Shannon nervously stood before her, clad in a bathrobe, Margaret didn't know what to think.  True, she had been acting strange recently, but it wasn't anything too out of the ordinary.  On the contrary; considering how much her mood had improved and how often she was going out, Margaret could only assume that she had acquired one hell of a social life.  Inviting her into her room like this, though, was simply awkward. "Shannon, what's going on?"

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Average: 4 (4 votes)

Metamorphosis

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The door to the dormitory room opened and Shannon trudged in, dropping her backpack alongside the sofa before collapsing into it, wavy brown hair brushing against her shoulders as she covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh my god."

Margaret looked up at her roommate from her seat at the table across the room. "What's wrong?  The high-speed world of advertising too much for you?"

"No, it's Professor Davis." She pulled her arm away, brown eyes staring at the ceiling. "How can a man with a degree in selling things sound so... unenthusiastic all the time?"

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Revenge

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Shannon's eyes fluttered as she slowly regained consciousness, then snapped open as she felt the rope tying her wrists together.  She looked up to find herself sitting on a chair in an empty garage, with Tanya looming over her. "Tanya?!  What's going on?"

Tanya gave her a malicious grin. "What's going on is... REVENGE!"

A beat.

Shannon blinked. "Fooooooor...?"

"For revenge!"

"No, I understood that part.  I'm asking what you're getting revenge for."

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

Blimp

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Blimp 3

On Shania's suggestion I decided to spend some time away from the beach.  She recommended a spot just a few miles out of town, a plot of wide open undeveloped land, away from power lines and airplane flight paths.  It wasn't visited that often, she said, but when I arrived there was already someone there.

She was a blonde wearing a black unitard with a blue stripe running down either side.  You know, before I got into this I didn't even know that was what you called leotards with legs.  If nothing else it's been a learning experience.

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Average: 4.1 (7 votes)
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