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Envy Is A Powerful Emotion

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Fri, 08/19/2016 - 14:06
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Beth stared beyond the cash register, beyond the small dining area, out through the glass windows into the depths of the cool New England night. It was dark and alien, an infinite shroud broken only by the steady rhythm of the streetlamps that lined the small road out of town. The boredom was soul numbing. She could not for the life of her fathom why a Burger Wiz should be open so late at night, and who in their right mind would be hungry enough for one of their slimy grease pucks in the dead of night.

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Average: 3.7 (10 votes)

Bad Day at the Office

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Sun, 08/07/2016 - 19:42
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Blueberry Bite, The

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Mon, 06/13/2016 - 14:32
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"What?! Do you two have some sort of suicide pact or something?" Angela yelled at Clarissa and Janet.

Janet smiled, "What's wrong with wanting to have fun? We've been invited, so we should go."

"Because you will pop! That's why!" Angela screamed, her face turning red.

"So what? We all do eventually. Might as well be having fun when it happens."

"No, you're wrong. Not everyone pops." Angela shook her head. "Why did you even ask me? You both had to know I'd say no."

"We asked you to go because Thomas is the host." Janet smiled.

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Average: 2.7 (11 votes)

Bout of Insomnia, A

Submitted by That Grumpy Writer on Thu, 03/31/2016 - 14:13
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Nothing felt right. The sheets were too warm, but it was too cold without them. The pillow was too big, but sleeping without one was just impossible. The mattress was too firm in the center, but too soft at the edges. The empty silence felt invasive, but any sort of noise would do nothing but keep her up. Tossing and turning only tangled her sheets, but being so still for so long? Forget it. Tabitha buried her head under her pillow, then threw it across the room. "Fuck it." Tab grumbled, her brunette hair was again an unruly mess.

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