Full Body Inflation

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Disclaimer: The following story has no plot, characterization, or any literary devices that make it worth reading. It is simply and purely a bad piece of fiction. If you are easily offended by bad short fiction, or if you live in a locale where bad short fiction is illegal, do not read the following story. The author makes no warranties and will not be held liable for damages resulting from reading this story. If it can be called a story.

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Average: 3.8 (8 votes)

PuffyLite

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INTERNAL MEMO -- CONFIDENTIAL
FROM: C. Merton Hewlett
TO: J. T. Ingless
SUBJECT: PuffyLite public taste trials (disaster)

This memo is to wrap up the events of the disasterous PuffyLite taste test that went so terribly wrong this weekend. I am currently trying to figure out just where things went wrong and who is to blame. As soon as I'm able to determine accountability, I assure you someone will be looking for a new job.

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Average: 3.5 (12 votes)

Pumped Up

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She was dressing in the locker room all by herself. It was the night before the big game and she had just finished cheer practice. Alicia was no doubt the hottest girl on the squad. With a short stature, big breasts, and a shapely butt, she always had the guys drooling. There was a certain guy named Derek that she wouldn't give the time of day to. He envied any guy who got close to her. One day, he decided he would change all that. Today is that day.....

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Average: 1.6 (7 votes)

Queen, The

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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)
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