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Unpredictable Inflation, An

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"For every dollar you spend...half of it goes toward the search for the beloved Sarah Macbeth....." Claire read aloud from the tag on a black dress, not unlike the one her first victim wore.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Enter the Inflatrix

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It was business as usual at the Turgidia City Bank. At least it was. As people went about cashing their coveted paychecks or withdrawing funds for whatever trivial reason they might have, the sound of glass suddenly shattering and crashing to the ground broke the monotony of everyday hustle and bustle. A woman screamed and many sought cover while others turned their attention to the source of the unexpected racket. "Alright ladies! Everybody get to where I can see you...I've got a hell of a trigger finger!

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Average: 3.8 (6 votes)

Labflation

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It was nearly nine at night when Susan burst out of the laboratory. She stormed down the hallway and holed herself up in her office. She sat at her messy desk, teething and pulling at her hair. She hadn't gotten along with Cecelia since their first day in grad school, and she had been wearing away at Sue's nerves for years since. Tonight was the last straw.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

Kiss and Tell

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College was a lot harder than Jenny thought. She was definitely spreading herself a little thin in her extra-curricular activities. Aside from her schoolwork she also had soccer, sustainable living club, running club, and she was pledging to get into a sorority. Jenny gave the impression of being a little flaky, but in reality there was just not enough time for her to do everything. Her top priority, though, was getting into the sorority. Pledging alone was a full time job and she had already gotten past the first few steps of the initiation.

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Fun with Girls 2

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It had been about a week since the shrinking epsiode with Alicia. I just couldn't get my mind off it. It was so great. She loved being my mini sex goddess. What would I do next time? She was going to ask how I'd take her clothes off for sure. I tried to get back to my work without putting too much focus on tonight. I mean c'mon- I'm like God when it comes to this shit?!? My office phone rang soon after disrupting me from my "work."

 

"Hi baby," a warm voice came over the line.

"Why hello, what a surprise," I replied.

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Average: 3.1 (7 votes)

Expansion of a Teenage Drama Queen

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Lindsay Lohan comes storming in to Hilary Duff's apartment. It's midnight, in the middle of the summer, and Hilary is startled since she finished filming her next movie, trying to get some sleep, and is loudly interrupted while trying to fall asleep.

"...huh...wha...who are you? what are you doing?" Hilary asks groggily.

"Oh don't play dumb with me," Lindsay says irritated.

"Lindsay? Lindsay Lohan? What the hell are you doing here? In my apartment? In the middle of the night?"

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Average: 3.8 (4 votes)

Fool for a Day

disclaimer: well i meant to have this finished and out by april 1st (1997). why? well, it's related to that day. now on another note, i've noticed a trend. i tend to write short stories, of just a few pages. why? i just do. i notice other authors write epics. yet, they are jealous of my lack of long pages. they want to write short stories. i don't get it. short stories are easy. epics are hard. to each their own. well anyway, in the past some have complained that my stories are too short. tough. deal. least if they're bad, you didn't spend as much time reading them. that's what i say. and also, well, there is no and also. train of thought derailed. not a good thing in this profession, if i can call it that. more of a hobby since i'm not paid for this. not that i'm griping, i enjoy writing. it's a learning exercise. humm. where was i? oh yeah, this is supposed to be a disclaimer. well if you've read this much of it already, you'll probably read the story and i won't be able to stop you by saying you have to be over a certain age (i think it's 52) before you can go on. if you didn't read all this, you'll probably skip the story, and are too young to read it anyway (so give it to your parents and have them read it to you). note one day my disclaimer will be longer than one of my stories, and then i will have my revenge.

fool for the day

by munch wolf

her breasts grew real big and popped out of her shirt.

ps. see, it happened. my disclaimer was bigger than the story. the joke's on you.

actually, the story is down here. yes, really.

so on a side note, since i have your attention. know why there are bumps around the nipples? instructions in braille. no seriously, try reading, and keep reading, and reading, and oh that feels so good ....

oh sorry, story time. keep going down, there's one somewhere around here. i swear.

further down.

further.

to the right now, 0h yes. that's it. now rub real hard.

heh, you think there's a story in here don't you.

maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

but you're the one wasting time reading.

ok, all the children should be gone now, scared em off. story time.

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Average: 3.2 (5 votes)

Girls

Desiree knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack, enough to show a sliver of the room and one dark green eye that swiveled around, looking up and down the hall.

"Are you alone?" Came the voice from behind the door.

"Yes," unsatisfied by the answer, the eye swiveled back and forth again, "Oh for heavens sake Mandy, you told me to come over, either let me in or let me go home."

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Average: 4.5 (35 votes)

Dawsie, Larissa, and Danielle

As Dawsie leapt into a pair of sweatpants, I wondered into the living room. It was a mess. The aftermath of Dawsie’s brief inflation had left most of the furniture turned on its side, pictures hung crooked on the wall, books had fallen from their shelves and the contents of the living room cabinets were emptied onto the floor. The latter, I’m guessing, was the result of Dawsie’s frantic search for the antidote. The small vile that once contained the antidote lied sideways on the floor. Empty.

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Average: 3.6 (14 votes)

Dawsie

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First of all, I would never pick up a hitchhiking stranger. Ever. But she was neither hitchhiker nor a stranger. I knew her from somewhere- around campus maybe. I even knew her name. It starts with a D, I think. She’s rocking that whole tomboy thing: That short hair, tight ass, tittieless, t-shirt, jeans and sneakers kind of look that most chicks out grow by the 6th grade. She’s not your everyday day hot, but scorching nonetheless. But that’s not why I slowed to pick her up.

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Average: 4.3 (15 votes)
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