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Over-Inflated Ego

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I'm a college guy working at a local flower shop close to home. It's a part-time job that I enjoy, despite having some of my friends ridicule me for it. My usual response is to remind them of the gorgeous middle-aged women who sometimes come into the shop and are pleasantly surprised to see me behind the counter. I've even gotten a few numbers and date offers!

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Average: 4.2 (10 votes)

PNEUMA-BODY

Jessica sat behind her desk as she got ready to work and let go of a long sigh. Another day of same old, same old. I think I really need to make some changes in my life she thought. I just can’t see myself doing this much longer, just to climb the corporate ladder. With that thought she logged on to her computer and pulled up her e-mails for the day.

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Average: 4.5 (13 votes)

Drugs 2

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If nothing else, Aggie was considerate of her friends' concerns. After they staged an intervention regarding how she remained at home getting high with alarming frequency, she promised to change her ways. She would no longer sit around by herself doing drugs and, indeed, would no longer do them unless someone offered her some first. This "social user" behavior, she explained, would completely eliminate the problem.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Quiet!

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The door crept open with absolute silence. Not even the complaint of a hinge announced Shelley’s entry. A wool-lined outsole of a boot took the first cautious step inside, then her brown cloak was clutched close as she sidled through the gap. She drew her hood back to behold the sight of the ancient library.

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Average: 4.7 (12 votes)

Ms. Bouncer - Daily Grind

The shrill beeps of the alarm clock jolted Amelia awake in her bed. She blinked in the morning sunlight as she sat up and hit the OFF button with a sleepy arm. Last night at work had been a doozy, with Jerry apparently thinking that bringing a bottle of Sprite near sensitive equipment wouldn’t end in disaster. Turning to look at the calendar on her wall, Amelia scanned for the day’s date. 21st, 22nd, 23rd… wait! Today was the 26th! Amelia pumped her fist and smiled. It was the beginning of her two-week vacation! And that meant loads of time for patrolling the city!

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Average: 4 (5 votes)

Explosive Event, An

I sit on the floor, casually lounging as I fill yet another balloon. There's still several hours before the party, so I haven't gotten dressed yet; I'm wearing a simple pair of panties and a form-fitting white tanktop. I sigh. "Man, who knew blowing balloons would take so long?" I lament, turning to you.

You're sitting on a chair in jeans and a white t-shirt, using a pump to fill the balloons. "Well, it's a good thing we have this pump. It could be a lot slower," you note, with a smirk.

I pout. "Well, I suppose. Still, next time we should just buy them, I guess."

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Average: 4.3 (17 votes)

Future of Fashion, The

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The building was rather sleek, a total contrast to the surrounding strip mall. It's walls stark white and window panes tinted grey, somewhat obscuring it's interior. Bright, neon purple letters spelling out Laurent hung next to the front door.  The aforementioned door was in constant motion, as several customers walked in and out happily.

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Average: 3.6 (7 votes)

Santa Claws

Julie sauntered through the doors of the Christmas Shop like she owned the place. She blew through the aisles of the shop, past Christmas trees, tinsel, massive air blown inflatables in the shape of snowmen, santa, reindeer, past a balloon counter and into the back room of the store. 

"Morning" she said jauntily to Christie, the manager. Christie was sitting on the staff room sofa looking worst for wear. "Oh boy... Christmas party... Ugh" she croaked, and chugged a glass of water, followed by a couple of headache tablets.

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)

Bus Stop, The

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“It was fucking garbage, Wayne.”

“Hey, cmon, I liked it.”

“Oh, you liked a mindless action movie with scantily clad Hollywood women and explosions every 5 minutes? Stop the presses!”

This argument between Wayne and Sylvia had been going on like this from the moment they walked out of the theatre right up until now, as a promising anniversary date was slowly turned sour by the Hollywood machine.

“It's not my fault if you can't appreciate the nuance and subtext of a movie like this.”

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Average: 4.4 (16 votes)

Swim Lessons

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It was a cliche, but before Quint knew it he had fallen in love with his teacher.

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Average: 4.1 (11 votes)
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