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Dare

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Gillian looked up at the sign above the shop and gulped. It read 'Skin Tight', and the black curtains in the window were always kept drawn acting almost mirror-like. She could see herself in the glass of the doorway, her shocking not-at-all natural red shoulder length hair draped over her University's womens rugby team t-shirt, which met at her waist with a pair of light blue jeans with a tear in each knee. Slapped in the middle of the doorway was a sign saying "Over 18s Only, open 8 til late". She looked at her watch, it read 7:30pm.

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)

Blimp 3

On Shania's suggestion I decided to spend some time away from the beach.  She recommended a spot just a few miles out of town, a plot of wide open undeveloped land, away from power lines and airplane flight paths.  It wasn't visited that often, she said, but when I arrived there was already someone there.

She was a blonde wearing a black unitard with a blue stripe running down either side.  You know, before I got into this I didn't even know that was what you called leotards with legs.  If nothing else it's been a learning experience.

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Blimp 2

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"So, you're into getting big?"

I stopped in midstep on the beach, not expecting anyone to sneak up on me and ask questions.  Turning, I saw a redhead in a bikini top and jean shorts standing behind me with a sly look. "Sorry?"

She made a sweeping gesture, indicating the green, black and grey bodysuit that covered everything but my hands, feet and head. "Your outfit.  Either that or you're a surfer, and I don't see a board."

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Average: 4.1 (10 votes)

Blimp

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I pulled my shirt off, dropping it on the bench in the locker room before unzipping my jeans.  Stepping out of them, I messily folded them and placed them on top of my shirt.  Just as I had taken off my underwear, though, I heard a voice from the door say, "bet you never thought you'd be getting paid for this."

I jumped, fumbling for the pile of clothing before holding it against my crotch in an attempt to hold on what modesty I had left. "Shania!"

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Average: 3.8 (9 votes)

For Science! (A BE short)

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Science provides the world with all too many wonders. From medicine to techonolgy, whatever it is, humanity prospers. Yet not every piece of technology gets the stamp of approval. Some technology barely even sees the light of day whether because its ineffective, or what it provides is not seen as "useful" to the common folk. This reality strikes the ideas of many aspiring scientists, who pour their all into their experiments. Once such scientist was Rose.

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Average: 4 (10 votes)

Incubus 3

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The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints.  As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man!  How's it hangin'?"

Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa.  Everything is as well as it can be."

"A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?"

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Incubus 2

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Shannon strutted down the sidewalk, whistling a jaunty tune as she carried her bags of groceries.  Twirling her keys on one finger she skipped up the steps, entering the dormitory and heading down the hall.  Opening the door to her rooms, she went to step inside only to stop suddenly when she noticed something strange.  Or rather, someone: While the residents of the dorm were no strangers to having men visit, most of them weren't shirtless, and none of them were purple or had horns.

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Average: 3.7 (9 votes)

Incubus 1

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In a plume of sulphur and brimstone he arrived, kneeling in the center of the sigil.  He slowly rose on sandaled feet, leather pants clinging to his lean body.  The candles lining the room cast it in a dark glow, illuminating his deep purple skin, raven black hair, and two dark horns curling back from his forehead.  He straightened out, his mouth upturned in roguish smile as he opened his eyes, an unnatural gold on black. "So, is it you who..." His smile fell. "...summoned... me?"

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

Timothy Twiddle's Part 1 - The milking

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Eric Connors slammed down the phone so hard it almost shattered into pieces, like an ill tempered toddler he banged both his fists down on his dark mahogany executive’s desk. Eric was tall, handsome with blue eyes, blond hair neatly combed and parted to the side and had the body of a typical 50 year old past college football player, a navy suit with a sleek matching tie, big arms, broad shoulders and a slight beer gut. “That Twiddle will be the death of me!” This was the 4th time in 3 years Eric had made an offer to buy Twiddle Confection’s, each time he was turned down.

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Average: 3.7 (11 votes)

Lighter than Hydrogen

The dream of being lighter than air was not an easy one to accomplish. True, everyone knew of dirigibles and hot-air balloons and other things of the sort, but it just was nothing compared to an individual’s joy of taking flight and soaring among the birds. If only humanity could become lighter than air, they’d achieve this dream easily. Yet no one had much of a choice; it would have taken someone far more helium or even hydrogen than they could readily gather to take flight, and ever since Hindenburg people knew of the dangers of the latter gas.

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Average: 4.4 (18 votes)
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