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Full Body Inflation

Queen, The

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 01:08
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My name is Jean, and I’m an 18-year-old girl struggling for popularity in high-school. I don’t think I’m ugly; I’ve had a good number of boyfriends. It just seems like I’m not noticed, like I’m not good enough for everyone. I do try not to care, but in the end I do.

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Average: 2.8 (5 votes)

Quick Reaction

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 01:03
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Taking a deep breath, Simon clenched his bag close to him and walked through the college doors, beforehand straightening his tie and adjusting his collar slightly. Simon was a 18 year old, tall, well built lad with admirable muscles, and short slick hair, some of the girls seemed to love it. He headed straight from the entrance to his first class with was Chemistry, rather boring but still a chance to sit next to Rachael. She was such a gorgeous girl, she had a sweet scent of perfume and flowing straight hair which she swished around to show off.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

Reception, The

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 01:02
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Unfortunately for Charlotte, the truth isn't exactly 'out there' it's more 'in there'.

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Average: 3.8 (11 votes)

Red Balloon, The

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 00:59
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"This is annoying." Ginny said while crossing her legs furiously.

"Weren't they suppose to get here like an hour ago?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Said Ron.

"How very typical of them to be late." Hermione muttered.

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Average: 3 (6 votes)

Remotes: Tenacity

Submitted by System on Tue, 02/27/2007 - 00:57
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The afternoon was a bit of a blur. The police had been called and the school was soon overrun by yellow jacketed scene of crime officers, forensics teams and the mass media clamouring to get a story to go with the bizarre events that unfolded just after lunchtime. Katie and Leanna had both spent the last hour and a half walking around in a daze, being questioned by serious looking men and comforted by well meaning policewomen; they were in shock, after all they had just witnessed a popular young maths teacher pump up like a balloon and explode like one too.

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Average: 3.9 (13 votes)

Remotes: Density

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 23:45
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Katie and Leanna discover a mischievous application for fire suppression pellets, but argue over how far they should take their prank.

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Reunion, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 23:42
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Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob’s invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the “molotov cocktail” she’d given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she’d fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda.

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Average: 3.8 (14 votes)

Revenge

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 23:40
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Sarah walked quickly home to her apartment from her college, glancing over her shoulder, making sure she wasn’t being followed by Sophia and her little gang of sluts. Sarah was worried a bit more than usual, because she had had a bad day, and Sophia had been on the receiving end of her accidents. Just 5 minutes after she got to school, she had accidentally tripped in the hallway, spilling her soda all over Sophia’s new outfit, soaking her. Sarah quickly apologized, as Sophia had a huge cruel streak and was a queen sized bitch, and a vengeful one at that.

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Average: 4 (12 votes)

Power Lunch, The

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 23:37
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Nicole needs to get something off her chest, and out of her stomach, but there is a time and a place.

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Average: 4.1 (16 votes)

No Need for a Blimp!

Submitted by System on Mon, 02/26/2007 - 21:29
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It all started innocently enough.

“Tenchi’s home!” Sasami called out to the rest of the house, “Welcome home, Tenchi.”  The sweet young princess with the turquoise hair bowed slightly as she wiped her hands on her apron.  A moment later the rest of the house bustled to life to welcome Tenchi home.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)
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