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Inflation Contest

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 22:50
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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)

increased air resistance

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 22:31
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increased air resistance
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Average: 4 (12 votes)

moo baby moo

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 22:30
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moo baby moo
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Average: 4.2 (14 votes)

she is the champion

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 22:30
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she is the champion
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Average: 3.2 (6 votes)

bubblegum-zaisie

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 15:14
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bubblegum-zaisie
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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)

baretta-buttbutt-c

Submitted by System on Fri, 11/26/2010 - 15:13
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baretta-buttbutt-c
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Average: 3.7 (17 votes)

Dazzler

Submitted by System on Tue, 11/23/2010 - 09:39
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Dazzler
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Average: 4.1 (21 votes)

This Only Works Once

Submitted by System on Mon, 11/22/2010 - 17:45
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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 - 17:36
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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 - 17:34
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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)
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