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Submitted by forboutfourfive... on Tue, 09/27/2016 - 17:10
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It was a warm Sunday evening, with the sun about to set over Abbie's small but cosy countryside cottage. There she sat in the living room, with a piping hot aromatic cup of tea by the fireplace. Even though she felt as sick as a dog, she was so comfortable she was about to fall asleep, but before she could nod off she heard a rustling and clanging at her front door. Abbie yawned and stretched out of her hibernating position, and got up to walk slowly over to the entrance to investigate. A small parcel caught her eye beside the door.

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Average: 3.4 (7 votes)

U. F. O.'s (Unidentified Floating Objects)

Submitted by Heliumfloater on Wed, 09/21/2016 - 06:17
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U. F. O.’s (Unidentified Floating Objects)

 

(Note: This is a short follow-up to “Control 5: The Beach”, which was a story about revenge inflation. This is what happened after Michael and Suzie began to actually enjoy their day at the beach. So…you might want to read that first….if you haven’t already)

 

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Control 6: Long Distance Inflation

Submitted by Heliumfloater on Wed, 09/14/2016 - 05:49
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Note: Another in the ‘Control’ series. If you haven’t already, read my previous works so that you will know the background of these two characters.

Control 6: Long Distance Inflation

There are definite advantages of being married to a plastic surgeon, Suzie thought as she lounged poolside in her own backyard.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Evening News, The

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Fri, 09/09/2016 - 13:12
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Carmen looked herself over in the bathroom and made some final touches to her hair and makeup before feeling confident enough to talk in front of the camera. There wasn't much she could do. Even though she had a small kit with her, there wasn't much she needed to change.

"Alright tiger, get out there and knock 'em dead."

She walked toward the door and hesitated.

"But, maybe I should just make sure everything is perfect one more time."

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Average: 3.5 (4 votes)

Binge

Submitted by sad-basrad on Tue, 09/06/2016 - 14:45
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Riley was a young woman whose life was seemingly defined by "a little more."  Compared to other redheads her hair was a little more red and she had a little more freckles.  She was a little taller, had a little more muscle, and at the same time a little more padding, usually where it mattered but often where it didn't.  When not working or studying she ate a little more, not out of greed or gluttony, but simply as her nature.  Attributing malice to it would be akin to attributing malice to a hunting bird or the tides.

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Average: 4.1 (9 votes)

Wasps

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Sun, 09/04/2016 - 13:47
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Leo spent much of his time with Julia imagining her naked. Sometimes, he would picture her doing whatever task she was occupied with at the moment in the buff; her pert breasts dangling over the homework packet, brushing the paper and arousing ever so slightly, just enough to make her do it again. Most of the time, her pubic hair was completely untrimmed, resting like a dust bunny on her thick, muscular thighs. Her wide hips supported an equally wide -although flat- ass that squished against the hard wooden chair. Her skin was unblemished apart from the freckles on her face.

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Average: 3.9 (21 votes)

As a Kite

Submitted by Deconstructor on Mon, 08/22/2016 - 15:43
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The room looked very much like a number of college girls lived in it. The windows let in the late-morning sunlight, revealing tapestries hung from the walls, half a dozen articles of clothing left on the floor, and an empty wholesale box that formerly housed bags of Cheez-Its. Next to the windows were the four beds, stacked on top of each other in two bunks. A string of Christmas lights were hung up, emanating a soft, orange glow to the ceiling's perimeter.

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Average: 4.5 (27 votes)

Bad Day at the Office

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Sun, 08/07/2016 - 19:42
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Average: 3.8 (12 votes)

Revenge Inflation

Submitted by PlumpMuffin16 on Wed, 07/27/2016 - 09:12
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Anna had always been pushed around by Terry, because Terry believes that she's better than everyone else. Terry would always tear into Anna apart anywhere. No matter what Anna does to prove herself to Terry, Terry destroys her for it. 

"Today it ends" Anna tells herself.

She arrives at Terry's house, Anna unloads the boxes from the UHUAL van into the kitchen. 

"Anna! Get in here! Now!" Terry screams from her room.

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Average: 1.9 (13 votes)

Big

Submitted by sad-basrad on Mon, 07/25/2016 - 16:22
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It was an old machine, the wood nicked, the lacquer yellowing from age, and the brass tarnished.  Behind the panes of glass was an animatronic wizard behind an opaque crystal ball, his threadbare robes and the paint on his porcelain face faded from the sun.  Atop the wooden cabinet was a sign.  "TOZLAR THE POWERFUL," it read.

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Average: 3.9 (7 votes)
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