Double Integral

Routine Physical

“Financial services, this is Eric. How can I help you?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Oh, hey, honey! Are you at the doctor’s office yet?”

“Yep, they just started my physical a couple minutes ago. Thought I’d give you a call.”

“Ah, good. Are you naked?”

“What do you think? Of course I am.”

“Awesome. How’s it coming so far?”

“Oh, you know the drill… I’m all belly… Is now a bad time?”

“Oh, no, not at all, of course not. It’s Friday, things are pretty slow here.”

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Average: 4.1 (14 votes)

Unusual Favor, An

When Yrgthlax came through the interdimensional rift a few years ago, it was Amelia with whom he had made first contact, albeit accidentally. (But that’s another story.) Instead of freaking and calling the cops, however, she befriended him, educated him on human culture, and helped him blend into society so he could observe humans. In exchange for Amelia’s generosity, Yrgthlax offered her ten supernatural favors to use at any time. She had already cashed in on several; the rest she was saving for later in her life. But she’d have to burn one sooner than that.

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Average: 2.6 (8 votes)

Ride of Your Life, The

Everyone had seen the cranes from the highway for months, lifting steel into the air all over the Thrill Zone amusement park. Blaze, the penultimate breakneck roller coaster, was making its debut today. Its features were unparalleled: top speed nearing 80mph, two massive drops, eleven corkscrews, six loops, and over six minutes long, circling the entire park. For the grand finale, the train would vault itself over a missing section of track approximately 250 feet long. Clearly the ride’s designer was less than sane and probably in jail somewhere, but that’s what makes a good coaster.

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Average: 3.3 (6 votes)

Loss, The

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What happens to those you leave behind? People meet their end in different ways, but everybody still has loved ones that are left to deal with the loss. This story tries to explore that.

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Average: 3 (5 votes)

That's Absurd

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(SCENE - People sit calmly in a waiting room reading magazines or watching daytime TV. A RECEPTIONIST types furiously at her computer. In the background a female scream of agonizing pain echoes through the back hallway. A young BRUNETTE walks in the front door and approaches the reception counter.)

RECEPTIONIST: Can I help you, miss?

BRUNETTE: Yes, I'd like to die, please.

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Average: 3.6 (10 votes)

The Haymaker, part 2

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Aston awoke to her body rocking slowly in place. She was in a large, brightly lit room. The only sounds came from air rushing through circulation vents above and below her. After observing her body’s movements, she determined that the breeze from the vents was causing her to rock in place. The air was cold, and it made her very uncomfortable. Still working off instinct, she tried to rub her hands together to generate some friction. She felt nothing, not even the slight muscle twitches she had felt before. Had she grown even further?

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Average: 3 (4 votes)

The Haymaker, part 1

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“Good morning. I’m Virginia Dawson, and this is a FlashNews-33 bulletin. FlashNews-33 has learned that a major breakdown of the Martian blockade has occurred. Hundreds are feared dead in the massive surprise attack led by several militant groups of Martian colonists. NASA administrators and spokesmen for the Earth Alliance say that there is no risk to the planet Earth at this time and reinforcements will be dispatched to the blockade location immediately.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)

Big Enough for Now

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The old machine shop had been vacated a few months ago, a more modern replacement having been built about a block up the road. And when the university's maintenance department gave up their claim to the building, the science department swooped in and planted their flag. Having their experiment labs was nice, but they were too small. This allowed the department to work on larger-scale experiments. Fortunately, the robotics group had finished up their work in the shop on Friday afternoon, leaving the floor cleared and the weekend open for more unofficial activities.

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Average: 4.1 (12 votes)

Compromised

When the call came, Christy Carlisle knew what to do.

She and two other deep cover CIA agents in Paris had been compromised. Unable to leave France due to the escalating war, they each had one hour to completely terminate their mission: bank accounts closed, pertinent intelligence faxed home, papers shredded and burned, car and belongings dumped in the Seine outside of town. It was risky in broad daylight, but there was no alternative. On the river bank, Christy stripped naked and tossed her clothes in the water.

Erasing herself was all that remained.

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Average: 3.6 (11 votes)

Christmas Magic

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The flame in the fireplace cast a warm glow throughout Gwen's living room, the flickering light soothing her as she lay curled up in a blanket on her sofa, reading a book and sipping hot cocoa. Starting when she was little, she, along with her brother and sisters, always slept by the fireplace on Christmas Eve, eagerly anticipating Santa's arrival. And of course, once they had all inevitably fallen asleep, their parents would tiptoe in and lay all their gifts out.

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Average: 3 (3 votes)
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