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Greatest Kegstand, The

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Samantha was going to her first college party.  Excited to have a good time, she entered, only to have her anticipation ruined by her arch nemesis, Amanda. “Why did she have to be here?” Samantha said under her breath as she walked through the door.  Amanda was already excessively drunk and flirty, like usual. “I swear, she never grew out of high school,” Sam said bitterly in casual conversation.

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

Witching Hour, The

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The Halloween party at Derrick's couldn't be more perfect.  Why? Because Cyndi told me she was coming as a "fat witch." Not only would this be the perfect opportunity for me to prod her about my suspicion but it would also be the perfect opportunity to try my reagent combo if she was willing.

I showed up in a vampire costume with just enough cliche to get me in. Fortunately, my party attire was the last thing on my mind.  

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Average: 3.8 (10 votes)

Big Squeeze, The

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(or, "Pressure's On")

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Average: 3.9 (13 votes)

Biggest Liar, The

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(or, “Lies, Damn Lies, and Balloons”)

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Average: 4 (16 votes)

Turkish Trouble

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Allanah Potts was an ordinary sort of girl, with ginger hair, freckles and green tinted eyes. She was 5 feet 10 inches high and was slightly chubby with round belly nice enough to squeeze, a nice big behind with a nice pair of DD breasts round the front to match. Aside from this ordinary girl on the outside she had an odd craving from within, she longed for the taste of Turkish delight.

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Average: 2.4 (8 votes)

Deep Sea Rivalry

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Fleur hugged her knees, eyes languishing on the various needles and gauges set in the gray metal walls, and gave another long, heartfelt sigh. Fully twelve atmospheres remaining, by what she could tell. Or, by a more relevant metric, a half-dozen more hours steeping in ennui inside the tiny decompression chamber. She should be grateful, she knew. Relish a bit of boredom after the mishap earlier that day, from which only quick reactions and some impressive new technology had saved her. But that was the sort of thing that happened five hundred feet beneath the surface.

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Average: 4.3 (29 votes)

State Fair, The

Drenched in the summer heat, fair-goers were having a miserable time at this year’s state fair. The humidity made fried foods undesirable, and the attendees were getting impatient waiting for the day’s main attraction. This attraction was none other than the State Fair’s Wet T-Shirt Contest, a coy event to help certain fair-goers beat the heat while putting on a show for everyone else.

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Average: 4 (11 votes)

Evelyn Corsets

Two women stepped onto the set. They were both gorgeous; long legs, firm asses, full breasts, and slender comely physiques. For all their beauty the pair looked very similar. Indeed, the shared pout of inviting lips and sparkling blue eyes seemed to suggest they might be related. The only obvious, immediate difference between the two was their hair; one girl wore hers short and scarlet red, the other had a cascade of mahogany curls down to her shoulders.

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Overfilled Balloon

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"Hey Selina, want some?" Lily giggled. Selina was a dork at high school, and everyone always mocked her for it. Her long, tangled black hair reached her waist and she had dark freckles all over her skin. She always wore tight clothing, trying to make herself look sexy, but it never worked. She was just a dork, and although she was actually pretty, nobody really cared. She was always a dork, and that's how it would always be.

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Average: 3.1 (9 votes)

Witches

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Violet smith knelt down next to the newly discovered corpse. Her raven black hair fell over her cute asian face. As a homicide detective, she was called to the scene just a while ago. The strange thing about this one was, that he looked very much like the last three men who were killed in a week. He was wearing a long, black trench-coat with his blonde hair was pulled back into a thick pony tail. The strangest thing of all, was that he was carrying a strange looking, steel knife in his hand. It was just like the ones carried by the other victims.

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Average: 1.7 (10 votes)
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