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Blooomp Berry Surprise
by the happyguy

Tazi was pretty all over. Her light brown skin, almond eyes, and slender curves gave no hint to the origins of her ancestry, but there was no doubt she was pretty. She walked down the hall with a mischeivious smile, holding a bowl of rather large, purple-blue berries. She walked carefully in her bare feet, her slender brown legs long beneath her white frilly shirt.

Tazi was also a trickster. And tonight, amid the wildness of the party planned for the sorority, she was going to play the most delicious trick ever.

“Nooooo!  Curse you, Vortex Man!  Once again, I, the great and powerful sorcerer, Dr. Elemental, have been defeated!  But I will win next time, Vortex Man!  Here, take one of my famous curses as I get away!  MUAHAHAHA!”  The deranged old man points a finger at you, shouts “ees uoy gniht txen eht knird yletelpmoc lliw uoy!”  And runs off, the orderlies chasing after him.

There's a problem of finding likeminded people in desolate, rural areas such as mine. So I, like many young teenagers at that age, often took to the internet joining a small community here or there sharing interests. One such interest caught my attention, body inflation. I eyed the term quizzically wondering just what the hell it was before clicking.

Little wisps of fog charged at the windshield of Angela’s Corolla as it wandered in the night, deep in a maze of paved-over indian trails, wagon paths, and modern blunders bored through a forest as dense as it was ancient. A thick leafy canopy reached around the road like a grasping hand. The Corolla’s dim, foggy headlights served as a surrogate for whatever little moonlight could reach the tarmac below. She was looking for a gravel road.