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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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Room 214

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Alice walked slowly down the brightly lit hallway. She wasn't exactly sure which room she was expected in, but at least she was early for her shift. Numerous doors lined the walls, various sounds resounding from each.

"Are you lost?" a passing aid asked.

"Umm...yes." Alice replied. "Would you happen to know where room 214 is?"

"Down the hall, to your left. Six doors down!" the aid answered.

"Thanks!" Alice said hesitantly. She was still very nervous for her first day on the job.

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Average: 3.8 (12 votes)

HourGas

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Amanda runs a brush through her long brunette hair in front of the mirror as she gets ready for work.

"Damn I look good, too bad it goes to waste in an office job that makes me wear such unflattering clothing." she says while pressing her hands to her skirt and smoothing out the wrinkles. She takes a few more minutes just gazing at herself in the mirror, how her black button-down blouse stays snug to her figure, but doesn't show off her chest. She turns around to look at her ass in the mirror and sighs. The skirt makes her look flat in the butt, much flatter than she really is.

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Average: 3.1 (7 votes)

Forgiveness

It took five agonizing minutes before Claudia was able to work up the nerve to knock on the door. It only took a few moments for the house’s occupant to open the door.”He..hello Brooke.” She spoke nervously as she gazed at the face of her former nemesis.

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Lesson In Inflation, A

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Professor Gerald Hughes of the Baltimore University of Inflation was busy packing up his notes when there was a rap on his office door. He sighed, not looking forward to more students, but got up and went to the door anyways. When he peeked out the window of the door, his disappointment increased even more. Outside was Anna Grable, a less than admirable student at the Unversity. She was a slacker, the worst he had seen in many years, and the worst part of it was that she wasn't lazy. She worked hard, but just wasn't smart enough to keep up all the time.

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Balloon Spray

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"Hand over the purse, lady."  It's a gruff voice out of the night, a threatening bark that leads me to gasp and start involuntarily even though I've come down this forbidding road intentionally in a quest for my unusual brand of fun.  It's an adrenaline shot through my whole body, like boiling water through my veins.  It's time.  I hug my purse protectively closer to my rib, and slowly revolve to face my assailant.  He's there in the yawning shadows between the two dim streetlights, the knife edge a gleaming ribbon in the dark.

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Average: 4.3 (20 votes)

Alternative to Smoking, An

Having been a smoker since the age of sixteen, Marti made many attempts to break the habit. She first went cold turkey at nineteen when she couldn’t afford to buy cigarettes, but found herself bumming smokes at every opportunity.

At twenty-two, her boyfriend introduced her to nicotine gum. It tasted unsavory and did little for her cravings, so she dumped both the gum and the boyfriend.

At the age of twenty-five, she tried the patch. After making herself sick from applying too many at once, she found smoking to be safer after all.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

More Maxine

“You crazy bitch.”

His head hurt. His vision was blurry. But as soon as he heard the machinery’s hum, Connor realized where he was, and he found his voice.

“Welcome back, Connor.” Of course she was here.

He started to make out the familiar shapes of the objects in the lab – tables, computers, tanks, fluorescent lights, Rhona’s workstation. As his vision returned, he also realized he couldn’t move his arms; he was taped to his desk chair.

“I was afraid I’d given you too much…and today of all days, that would be anticlimactic.”

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)

Neighbours

The girl in the flat opposite drifted onto my balcony. I didn’t see or hear her footfall; hands still clutched about the rail, the gasping sob as she settled, exhaled. So the girl tapped the glass. Twice. And I answered.

“Hello.” She whispered. “Can I come in?”

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