Female Inflation

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A man sat in a booth at the dark end of the bar, a clutch of balloons drifting back and forth above his head as air currents from the heating toyed with the pretty rubber globes. His posture and alert response every time the door opened denoted he was waiting for someone with great eagerness. The perfect victim.

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

T.A., The

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Julie was the definition of a great student, but she was also a somewhat popular girl. Probably because there was literally no one better at chemistry than her (the exception was Professor Watley), therefore kids that would struggle with chemistry would seek her assistance, plus she wasn’t half bad looking for a brainiac (even though she didn’t think so).

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Accidental Research 2

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"Danny boy... sweetie pie..."

Danny, chewing on a shoot of grass, nervously squinted at Darlene through the bright studio lights.

"...I slept with Sue."

Danny's eyes grew wide and his jaw slackened as the audience began hooting. Tears began to well up in Darlene's eyes. "But I still love you, Danny boy!" she said in her thick southern drawl. "All three of us can be happy together!"

Danny rose out of his chair, adjusted his overalls, and pointed an angry yokel finger at Darlene. "Why you [BEEP]! [BEEP][BEEP]---"

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Day at the Fair, A

or, "My Wet Dream"

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Average: 3.9 (16 votes)

Conspiracy, part 2: Hard Lessons

The Hubbell Research Group had been a frantic hive of activity for several weeks.  Five years was a long time to be idle, and the staff was straining to handle the volume of leads that Barney was producing.  But even with so much work to be done, nobody commented when Jack came in on Friday morning with his usual stack of tabloids.

"Hey Barney."

"Hey Jack."

"The Dog Boy got engaged to the Turtle Girl," he said, flipping through The Snoop.

"I'm certain that will be a fascinating wedding registry.  Anything in the headlines jump out at you?"

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Average: 4.1 (12 votes)

Racer X, Part 2: The Race Day

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I strolled down the row of racers, the sponsors and the sponsors’ painters, already hard at work on the costumes. I nodded casual greetings to the other racers. Jenny, a longtime friend and former lover, was already getting her logo painted on her belly--a large AT&T logo, plus several other smaller sponsors’ logos.

“You’re lucky to snag them,” I said. “How much for?”

“Three million plus endorsements and commercials. Who’d you get?”

I told her. She laughed.

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Average: 3.4 (5 votes)

Sweet Delights Inn: Baby Blues

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The inn was nice and quaint. It was made completely of wood, a little stone path leading up to the door through a white picket fence. Behind the inn was a pool and behind that was a large garden and orchid filled with sweet, naturally grown treats. It seemed like a wonderfully normal place.

“What’s your name miss?”

“Jackie Hills.” She answered.

“Ah yes! Miss Hills! I have your room key. Shall we go?”

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Umbrella

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Ada Wong took one look at the tiny impish .. thing and snorted to herself.

Her superiors had certainly never mentioned anything about this peculiar little creature; perhaps because they hadn't known themselves, but more likely because it was so harmless and .. but why would Umbrella breed something harml ..

Before Ada could conclude her thoughts, the creature puffed itself up, to become a tiny sphere and then just as swiftly deflated again, filling the whole chamber with a thick cloud of glittering spores.

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Average: 2.3 (3 votes)

Amanda the Balloon Girl

It was my first day at Gremlin's toy shop. I had always wanted to work with children, so this was a big thing, and even though I was going to have to start at the bottom doing menial and probably humiliating tasks I was really looking forward to it.

I was now sitting in an ancient-looking, clean but dimly-lit wood-panelled room with an antique looking oak desk behind which sat an antique looking oak gentleman in a tweed suit. This contrasted with the public part of the shop, which was trendy and modern, all chrome and glass with the latest gadgets for children everywhere.

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Average: 4.3 (14 votes)

Disqualified Practice

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Disqualified Practice
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Average: 4.1 (15 votes)
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