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GMOs

Submitted by HECKAGON on Sat, 09/07/2024 - 21:13
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There was a new fruit stand at the local farmer's market, and Kelly and her friends from work were all eager to try its new wares. All except for Alex, who was a bit hesitant considering that he was not a fan of GMOs.

"Oh please," Kelly chided, hurrying them along. "Almost all fruits have GMOs if you think about it."

"Yeah," Jason agreed, slapping Alex on the back.

"I mean, I'm not the only one who is hesitant. Look! No one else has even gone near their stand."

It was true. The new fruit stand was vacant, save for the vendor.

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

The New Soda Machine

Submitted by HECKAGON on Mon, 01/01/2024 - 19:23
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Jeff rolled his eyes at the kids across the store, their giggling and scheming giving them away completely.

The convence store had recently remodeled their soda machine, to prevent theft. Rather than filling your cup and then taking it to the register to pay for it, you now had to insert money directly into the machine before it would allow you to pour a specified amount of soda into whatever container you chose. 

These kids, however, seemed to have purchased a contraption of sorts, to pull the fizzy beverages from the machine regardless of if money was paid. 

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Average: 3.3 (4 votes)

Candy Pills

Submitted by HECKAGON on Wed, 02/08/2023 - 17:38
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Jay knew he shouldn't have listened to Clara, but he didn't have any other friends to hang out with, so here he was, trudging after her in to the woods.

"Can you please tell me what we're doing out here, Clara?"

"Yeah yeah, fine. This should be far enough."

"What is it?"

Clara took a small bag of spheres out of her pocket. "These!"

"What are they?"

"Not sure! I got them on Mercari, said they were transfromative candies!"

"What!?"

"Yeah I don't know how! Maybe we will turn into dragons or wolves or something!"

"Are they all the same?"

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Infinite Dungeon Delve

Submitted by Anonymous on Tue, 06/20/2017 - 19:15
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My paws remain steady in spite of my stress. One can never be too careful with Puffshroom Spores - one false move and you're a mess on the wall with no glory to speak off. The position and application needs to be perfect. I am finished not a moment too soon; my sharp ears pick up the sound of soft foot steps against the labyrinth floor. I find myself an alcove just before torchlight overtakes the darkness I had just been standing in.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Lesson Over Tea, A

Submitted by Anonymous on Sat, 06/03/2017 - 12:13
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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

Submitted by Anonymous on Thu, 04/13/2017 - 08:03
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"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: 3.8 (11 votes)

Visitor, The

Submitted by Anonymous on Thu, 04/13/2017 - 06:59
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Your skin crawls as you slowly open your eyes. It's dark - of course it is, as it it's the middle of the night. You're lying in a reasonably comfortable bed in a strange motel. Not your first choice, but it worked for a night.

Or so you assumed.

Your sleep has been plagued by strange noises and other, unexplainable things. The smell of old perfume, an occasional sensation of a soft and careful touch. You blew them off, clearly your anxious mind was playing tricks on you. It's just you in this old motel room, your bags and maybe a bug or two.

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Average: 4.4 (10 votes)

Don't Mess with Grammy Parsnips

Submitted by Anonymous on Thu, 04/13/2017 - 06:56
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"You may as well give up now." A soft, airy voice purrs at me. It belongs to Drexel Devilheart, chief among the Demon King's warriors - his handsome, pointed features on display as his lips curl into a cocky smirk. Drexel's infernal heritage is betrayed by his coloring, skin as blue as the sky, hair like shining silver, eyes like blood.
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Average: 4.2 (9 votes)

Zombie Mall Kids, The Frequel

Submitted by Anonymous on Mon, 01/02/2017 - 13:09
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Poor Rosa, I know you're going to die in this scene. You, the voice of reason, whose only sin was being curvy and Hispanic in this otherwise white and assless travesty. I’d toast to you, but I’m pretty sure we are out of soda and I don’t feel like checking.

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Average: 3.9 (17 votes)

Sorceress Has Left the Party

Submitted by Anonymous on Sat, 11/05/2016 - 13:47
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"You'd betray us, doom us all!" Knight Commander Joan's grey eyes narrowed with anger. Before I can respond, she flips the table we are sitting at. Her half drunk stein of the local brew is a hapless casualty and I only barely roll out of the way, picking myself up with a gaggle of curiously calm tavern patrons at my back.

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)
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