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Alchemy Experiment

Louis slipped quietly into the small pub as the afternoon sun drew long shadows across the beaten-dirt road. Even by the dim light of the smudged oil lamps, he could see the place was mostly empty. Set back in the shadows, at a table in the far corner, he spied the person he came to meet. He crossed the vacant hardwood floor, trying not to draw attention to himself.

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Average: 3 (7 votes)

Incident in the Lecture Hall

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Yet another boring hour of stats lecture was about to test Gina’s will to stay awake. The auditorium itself made her drowsy as she entered it and followed the stairs down to the front of the class. She was late again and no seats were open passed the first rows. She sat near a couple of nerdy guys who eyed her body up with little thought to if they would be caught in the act. She bent down to arrange her backpack and purse at the floor. She let her ass sway slowly in their direction, her very tight jeans revealing her shapely hips to the nerd’s overly eager eyes.

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Average: 4.3 (7 votes)

Alien Blow Up

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Alien Blow Up

by the happyguy

 

-- Chrissie

"Did you see something?" Chrissie asked. She looked up from her plate and glanced out the window of the cabin.

"See what?" asked Melissa.

"I thought I saw something at the window."

Terri laughed. "Maybe it was a ghost!"

Melissa added, "Or an alien!"

Chrissie, small and dark-haired, wearing a blue long-sleeved T-Shirt under her white BMSU shirt shrugged. "I just thought I saw something, is all. Jeeze!"

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Average: 4 (3 votes)

Pump Me

Pump Me
by @Inflate123 / inflate123@gmail.com

“Pump me,” she says. It is not a request.

I enter the room apprehensively, closing the door behind me with a soft click. Her dress — flawlessly polished, clinging to every curve — reflects what little light the darkness allows in its domain. She sits, then reclines on the bed, itself clad in sheets of material that match her outfit. She hikes her skirt hem up to her hips, not an invitation so much as an instruction: “Pump me.”

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Average: 4.9 (23 votes)

Mars Needs Inflated Women

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“But why?” the Air Force general seated at the large conference table asked loudly.

The number of incidents occurring worldwide was increasing daily. It started over isolated beaches. Flying saucers dropped down out of the sky, followed by arcs of golden lightning emanating from strange apparatuses mounted on the spaceships’ undersides.

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Average: 4.5 (8 votes)

Clarissa's Uplifting Accident

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Clarissa stared out the large window and into the vast starry expanse of space.

Bored. That’s how she felt. Bored.

She was traveling alone in her own spaceship. She was a successful entrepreneur, after all. Yet even with all the amenities afforded to her, she still got bored.

It would be another six or so hours before she would arrive at the station. She was by herself, age twenty-four, already flying her own spaceship for leisure, standing in a luxurious custom bedroom, larger and roomier than any other part of the ship, and still she was bored.

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Average: 4.2 (24 votes)

Stuffed

By all accounts, Chloe was in no discernable way out of the ordinary. Modest and unassuming, she held a good job, lived by herself in a nice apartment, and faithfully paid all of her bills on time. So, to all appearances, Chloe would have been completely run-of-the-mill, were it not for one small detail.

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Average: 4 (7 votes)

Hunger Game, The

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The Hunger Game

By biff97

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Average: 4.4 (5 votes)

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Joshua couldn't sleep. It was hot, the windows were open, even the one with no screen and he lay on top of his sheets and comforter. His eyes stared unblinkingly at the jungle of vines that hung down from the red foliage above. At least that's what it looked like from the dim glow from the streetlamp outside the window, but he knew what it really was, a curtain of coiled ribbons streaming down from the tied knots of large 18" red balloons that pressed against the ceiling. His thoughts shimmered back to this afternoon when the new lady from next door appeared at his doorstep.

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Average: 4.4 (14 votes)

Dear Diary (In a Pandemic)

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March 13

Dear diary,

I know it’s probably not a great idea to keep our beach trip plans, but we can’t get our deposit back so we might as well? Gonna try to not think about it and spend more time in my bikinis than I do fully dressed. The weather is gonna be great, the girls all still want to go, and spring break only happens once a year. Let’s do this shit!

-Nicole

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March 21

Dear diary,

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Average: 4.6 (14 votes)
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