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Average: 4.2 (16 votes)

Inflation Contest

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Ayame's heart pounded loudly in her chest. She was in the last round of the 12th annual Inflation Competition with her partner, Iris. And Ayame's face was beginning to show it.

"So how did Team Black do?" A nervous Ayame asked her partner.

"Well.....," said Iris with a pause in her voice, "They got to three feet and quit."

Ayame started to cheer up abit, three feet wasn't that bad she could maybe beat that. Beside Ayame, Iris started to laugh.

"Your too tense," laughed Iris, "You need to loosen up or you really wont stand a chance."

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Average: 2 (5 votes)

Summer Job's Benefit

“I’m not sure I can’t take it!” muffle Bill as he pat his distended tummy.

“Oh, come on little piggy, you got the finish off your dessert if you want your surprise!” respond Halley, smiling playfully and holding a spoon to her boyfriend.

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Average: 3.5 (6 votes)

Stress

Lilly's tired of her roommate Kirsten always flaunting her figure, and finally decides to put her in her place.

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Average: 3.8 (19 votes)

Night of Spectacles, A

One lady aims to steal the Prince's heart, the other his wealth. When their plans clash, a dangerous competition ensues.

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Average: 4.2 (15 votes)

Lucha de las Globas Hermosas, La

or, "The Battle of the Beautiful Balloons"

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Average: 3.9 (17 votes)

PumpContest3

PumpContest3
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Average: 4.2 (25 votes)

PumpContest2

PumpContest2
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Average: 4 (23 votes)

Stefi

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I rushed in and grabbed a soda from the fridge, smiling to myself as Stefi entered the room.

"So how was class?" she asked.

"Oh, pretty good I guess. Same 'ol..you know." I said as I plopped on to the couch grinning.

"What's so funny?" she said. "Oh nothing, I just saw the biggest blimp overhead." I remarked.

"Really? Well...how big?" she questioned with a growing frown.

"Big..really big." I said as I continued to smile and flipped the remote.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

No Competition

A man sat in a booth at the dark end of the bar, a clutch of balloons drifting back and forth above his head as air currents from the heating toyed with the pretty rubber globes. His posture and alert response every time the door opened denoted he was waiting for someone with great eagerness. The perfect victim.

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Average: 3.5 (8 votes)
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