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Fuusenkunoichi, Chapter 9

Submitted by System on Wed, 03/10/2010 - 22:23
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Deep within the bamboo forest the wispy branches and leaves swooned and floated around near the top of the stalks, like an eternal and organic green mass. In the background they watched a tall snow-capped mountain that appeared to be bathing among the crystal clear blue sky. It was a plain yet beautiful sight; that is until a large dark round shadow began to fly around on the surface of the bamboo canopy.

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Average: 3.6 (5 votes)

That's Absurd

Submitted by System on Fri, 03/05/2010 - 23:41
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(SCENE - People sit calmly in a waiting room reading magazines or watching daytime TV. A RECEPTIONIST types furiously at her computer. In the background a female scream of agonizing pain echoes through the back hallway. A young BRUNETTE walks in the front door and approaches the reception counter.)

RECEPTIONIST: Can I help you, miss?

BRUNETTE: Yes, I'd like to die, please.

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

Saw VII- The Inflation Game

Submitted by System on Tue, 03/02/2010 - 15:53
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The room was dark when Jessica awoke. Confused, she turned her head wildly, this way and that, to try and see where she was. Nothing made sense. The tall, slender brunette had gone to bed in her disgusting apartment and woke up…standing? She seemed to be strapped in an upright position. Her wrists and ankles were bound by some kind of metal cuffs, and there was a stinging sensation in her back. Panic swept her. Am I back in the hospital? She thought wildly.

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Average: 2 (3 votes)

Ascent, The

Submitted by System on Sat, 02/27/2010 - 00:42
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Warning: This work is of a graphic nature. Readers who are sensitive to blood should proceed with caution.

The Mariana Trench, seven miles below the ocean's surface. After 200 meters, there isn't enough light to sustain photosynthesis. After 1,000 meters, less than 1% of light remains. At 11.03 kilometres, there's nothing but dark -- darkness and pressure. 15,750 psi. 108,600,000 pascales. One thousand atmospheres. Enough force to bend titanium.

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Average: 4.3 (20 votes)

Bloating News at 9

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/23/2010 - 16:48
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This was it, Courtney Hewlett thought to herself as she straightened out her red, button-up suit in the backstage prep room. This is your chance to make it big.

Now, true, this wasn't the anchor chair, her ultimate goal. And true, this was a hokey special interest piece no one gave two shits about. But for an unpaid intern fresh out of college, any amount of screen time would be a break for her. And she intended, no matter how silly the story was, to give a good first impression to her audience.

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)

Frankie's Explosive Demise

Submitted by System on Sat, 02/20/2010 - 21:09
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Frankie ran as fast as she could, away from the evil that followed her. Her breathing was becoming so heavy she felt like she wanted to faint. She couldn’t stop now, he was too close. She could hear him laughing and taunting her as she ran. It seem like his voice was everywhere, she couldn’t get rid of him. She then came upon a large building, which looked to be an abandoned warehouse. She flung the door open and closed it quickly. She locked the door and walked away from it.

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Average: 2.6 (5 votes)

Motherly Love

Submitted by System on Wed, 11/25/2009 - 02:07
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The girls were full. Their bellies were heavy and had become wedged between their chairs and the table.

Dani looked at Krista and rubbed her bulging tummy while mouthing, "I'm so full. Is she gonna stop?"

Krista looked at their mother, Shelly, who was preparing more food. "I don't think so." she mouthed back at Dani, who appeared to be in some pain.

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Average: 3.9 (16 votes)

No More Than Necessary

Submitted by System on Wed, 11/25/2009 - 01:38
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Her problem was she knew not when to stop eating; that had to be the only rational explanation the concierge could think of as the homicide investigation entered the building and headed for the elevator. His hands shook as he wiped more fluid off from his face.

 

Detective Samuels tapped his pencil on the side of his neck as he thought up a way to properly articulate his question.

He finally decided upon two words: “She popped?”

“Popped,” explained the concierge. “Like a balloon; a ghastly balloon. It was hideous.”

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Blowin' in the Night

Submitted by System on Thu, 09/03/2009 - 01:08
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A Tale of the New Missing: The Death of Paula Jenans
Based on the Stephen King novel: IT

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Average: 2.6 (7 votes)

Lisa

Submitted by System on Wed, 09/02/2009 - 14:32
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Its around 11:00 pm on friday night, and I am enjoying some local bands at the usual hangout, The beanery. The beanery, or the bean as we all call it, is a little coffee shop/ live music venue nestled in the not so lovely downtown area of Chicago. I, (chad) am enjoying a jones (soda) when I see my lovely friend lisa enter the building. Lisa loves it here, this is what she calls her second house. She is friends with all of the staff and pretty much gets what she wants from the place free and no questions asked, so shes pretty cool to hang out with.

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Average: 3.4 (10 votes)
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