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A Berry Peculiar Situation

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Beth meandered through the many blueberry groves, lost in their intricacies. The sun was slowly setting, with a orange haze falling over her. She hadn't eaten since breakfast, and the many blueberries surrounding her seemed to be an inviting treat.

"I know the sign at the front of the farm said not to eat them, but they look so delicious..." Beth cusped a bundle of berries in her hand. The prospect of eating them only grew more tempting. In a sudden jerk, she picked the berries. with curiosity, and hunger, she bit into one.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Double or Pop

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I'd been so excited when I got the letter to appear on 'Extreme Bad Girls Club', my favourite TV game show. It was basically a general knowledge quiz but with forfeits in each round which were invented anew every episode, so you never knew what it had in store for you. These afternoon broadcasts were a secret vice of mine, but sitting there on the sofa at home I found I could answer every single question correctly. I'd got through the auditions fine and at last I'd been called up to appear live.

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Average: 4.2 (12 votes)

Lesson Over Tea, A

A witch's tea party is a much more complicated affair than your average get together. I don't mean that in an arrogant, "Oh you mundane folk just can't understand the ways of magic" sort of way. I am speaking quite literally: older witches use these gatherings as a way to judge an evaluate their peers on multiple levels. Choice of tea and food, sipping versus slurping, how one crosses their legs; all these things supposedly display hidden truths that the senior practitioners of witchcraft will analyse and discuss with great enthusiasm as soon as the younger ones go home.

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Average: 3.3 (7 votes)

Rating's Boom

"E-excuse me..." Valerie covered her mouth, shocked at the loud belch she had just let loose. The effects of her near constant snacking on stage had a visual and audible effect. She had to pause the show for a bit to adjust her top to cover her bulging stomach, the camera gliding about the set hoping not to catch her wide frame in full. Most of the audience was silent - they had expected this from her by now.

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Average: 3.9 (8 votes)

Billboards and Balloons

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Laying atop the bookshelf by the door, Victoria's cat rested peacefully in her apartment.  His owner out on a date, he was enjoying a quiet afternoon.

At least he had been.

The door suddenly flung open angrily, it sent shivers through the house as Victoria smashed it shut.  "The nerve of that guy!  Staring at that billboard like that!"

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Average: 3 (7 votes)

Hell of a Drug

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The old red truck clanked to a stop and Bridgette leapt out, her boots creating a small cloud of sand. Haley smiled visibly. If there was one thing she loved more than partying with her friends, it was camping with them.

“Finally we’re here...” smiled Bridgette

“Hey it only took… three hours? But hey, what do you expect in that piece of junk?” giggled Haley.

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Average: 4.1 (8 votes)

Johnny and Emma's Ballooning, A Candy Shop Story

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Johnny and Emma were a couple. They loved each other and couldn't keep thier hands off each other. Johnny was a fine country lad, strong, handsome, 18, and slim. Emma was a hot city girl, curvy, sexy, 17, and had nice breasts. They were inseparable, and were almost never seen apart. Both of them had a soft spot, a weakness: sweets. When they were together, there was always something sugary between them. It had its affects: a little puffing up, but nothing to bad. Just a little glow, but niether of them cared; they weren't dating each other only for their bodies.

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Average: 3.4 (18 votes)

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: 3.7 (19 votes)

Fatman and Rounder vs HeliumWoman

or, "The Inflatable Duo's Last Case"

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Bad Neighbor

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Aislan should have been suspicious the moment he opened the envelope. The greeting card was covered in glitter, which quickly dispersed around the den, spilling on the floor of the den while individual particles remained airborne. What little glitter remained on the card spelled out a simple “Happy Birthday!”

Aislan opened the card. The message read, “Call me when you get this.” It was signed “Cadmus,” his across-the-street neighbour.

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Average: 3.8 (4 votes)
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