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Drinking Game, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 01/03/2011 - 17:05
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“We go live on this breaking news coverage,” said an NBC news reporter.

“On Halloween, a local college kids have witnessed two unlikely events that have happened to two college students, 19 year old Elizabeth Sparrow, and 20 year old Taylor Richardson. This unfortunate incident occurred at a local Halloween party that took place at Ms. Richardson’s house. Both students are at the hospital and doing ok. Police are baffled and puzzled at what the local colleges are saying. They have said that it started out as some weird drinking game, but it ended up totally wrong.”

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Average: 3.5 (11 votes)

Adventures of an Inflatable Baywatch

Submitted by System on Mon, 01/03/2011 - 17:04
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Staring at the sea through her binoculars’ glasses, the lifeguard seemed a living monument to maintenance of bathers’ security on that piece of shore.

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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

nyu 001

Submitted by System on Sat, 12/25/2010 - 23:32
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Average: 3.7 (13 votes)

1220471573_fenris49_baloon_girl

Submitted by System on Fri, 12/24/2010 - 13:32
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Average: 3.8 (24 votes)

Wrong Turn

Submitted by System on Wed, 12/01/2010 - 18:06
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"Oh God!" Zoe gasped. "We're going to die… I just know it" She clung tightly onto the seat in front of her.

"Shut up & sit down!" hollered the driver as the school bus sped thru dangerous rocky pass, the storm raging.

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Average: 3.7 (9 votes)

Inflation Contest

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 23:50
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Ayame's heart pounded loudly in her chest. She was in the last round of the 12th annual Inflation Competition with her partner, Iris. And Ayame's face was beginning to show it.

"So how did Team Black do?" A nervous Ayame asked her partner.

"Well.....," said Iris with a pause in her voice, "They got to three feet and quit."

Ayame started to cheer up abit, three feet wasn't that bad she could maybe beat that. Beside Ayame, Iris started to laugh.

"Your too tense," laughed Iris, "You need to loosen up or you really wont stand a chance."

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Average: 2 (5 votes)

This Only Works Once

Submitted by System on Mon, 11/22/2010 - 18:45
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The cardboard sign read “Haunted House” in black magic marker with an arrow pointing down the street. It was nearing 10 o’clock; our bags sagged from so much free candy and our limbs were sore. A haunted house adventure sounded like a perfect ending to Halloween. We mustered the strength to hurry and resisted temptations to continue begging houses for candy.

Orange and purple lights strung along its walls shone through the artificial fog belching from concealed machines. Spooky sounds and eerie music emanated from the open door; strobe lights illuminated the entrance.

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Average: 3.3 (11 votes)

Stuff of Legend, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 11/22/2010 - 18:36
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Shelia cocked an eyebrow. “So you’re going as Marilyn Monroe?”

“No,” Skye replied resolutely, looking away from the mirror. “I’ll be wearing a blood-stained scarf around my neck.”

“Right,” said her roommate. “I don’t get it.”

“Car crash. The urban legend says she was decapitated,” sighed Skye, returning to the mirror. “It’s not true, but that doesn’t matter anymore – all anybody remembers is the myth. Like the Richard Gere gerbil thing.”

“Skye, you’re going as a blonde in vintage clothes. All anybody remembers is Marilyn Monroe.”

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

Snorkel Technique, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 11/22/2010 - 18:34
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A waft of burnt pumpkin followed the moonlight between the curtains. As the cool, white light crept across the carpet, its iridescent glow glinted off ceramic straighteners and boxes of makeup. Eventually the moon lowered enough to beam over the large double bed in the middle of the room. As the light crawled across the covers, the slender figure occupying the bed shifted to face away from the window.

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Average: 4.3 (24 votes)

Sweet Release

Submitted by System on Mon, 11/22/2010 - 18:32
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Naomi and Cassandra glanced around the lab, shutting the door behind them.

“I told you it’d be empty!”

Cassandra ran a hand through her long black hair and gave Naomi a grin. “Relax, we know what we’re doing. Besides, it’s a surprise.”

Naomi grinned, her short auburn hair framing her round face and sighed. “Touché. Let’s get to work then.”

A few hours later, the two of them powered down the machines. “Ahh, success…” Cassandra said, peering though the observation window.

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Average: 4 (8 votes)
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