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Roommates

SLAM

The door to Shannon's room flew open, rebounding against the wall with a loud report. She started, phone slipping through her fingers, and looked up from where she lounged on her bed. She was tall and slender, hair long and blonde, wearing a snug blue crop top with fashionably ripped jeans clinging to her hips and tight white socks on her feet.

"Don't you ever knock?" she said, staring at the girl standing in the doorway, shorter and dark-haired and grinning like an idiot.

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Average: 4.6 (30 votes)

Upright

SNAP!

I opened my eyes and looked around.  He and I stood on a walking path in one of the local parks, but I didn't immediately recognize which one.  It was sunny and lightly breezy, a perfect mid-summer afternoon.  I looked up between the treetops to a clear blue sky, with an occasional puffy cumulus cloud.  A college girl was jogging away from us, her ponytail bouncing up in the air as she ran, so she must have just passed the two of us on the path.

“Did it work?” he asked.

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Average: 4.3 (8 votes)

Falling Up

An illustration from Orientation.

Falling Up
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Average: 4.5 (19 votes)

Inflation on 10th Avenue

The mirror confirmed what Ballard Wilcox feared: He was getting bigger.

There was no change in his diet; in fact, he’d been eating less since he’d become chronically unemployed. Yet his clothes were tighter, his shirts impossible to button, his pants barely closing around his waist. Stranger yet, he gently pinched his puffy arm, and it just felt…light. And hollow. Almost balloon-like.

“Putting on a few, Bal?” his wife Dana chided him from the doorway of the bathroom.

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Average: 4 (12 votes)

One Mile Circle, The

She could already feel the difference. Before, the car had been a separate entity, something she drove, under her command. Now they were together, one thing. She was three-quarters machine and one-quarter woman.  Before she was sleek, with a runner’s body and suggestive curves. Now she was downright aerodynamic, with a three-liter engine giving her the kick she needed to really move.

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Average: 3.8 (5 votes)

The Brush

The Brush
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Average: 4.4 (17 votes)

This Only Works Once

The cardboard sign read “Haunted House” in black magic marker with an arrow pointing down the street. It was nearing 10 o’clock; our bags sagged from so much free candy and our limbs were sore. A haunted house adventure sounded like a perfect ending to Halloween. We mustered the strength to hurry and resisted temptations to continue begging houses for candy.

Orange and purple lights strung along its walls shone through the artificial fog belching from concealed machines. Spooky sounds and eerie music emanated from the open door; strobe lights illuminated the entrance.

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Average: 3.3 (11 votes)

Doppleganger

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Trudi was in a hurry. She’d enjoyed all the Wiccan events her friends arranged, as keen as any of the girls to spend an evening drinking, chatting and getting verbal revenge on their boyfriends. What she’d never expected was supernatural occurrences, let alone one that would strike such a chord in her.

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Average: 4.4 (15 votes)

Inflation Expression

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or, “A Twist of Inflationary Fate!”

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Average: 3.9 (19 votes)

Predator

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Caitlyn was impressed by the attention her activities had been receiving. The press caught hold of the story early. People floating over the city had a tendency to get excellent press. The police had been following the story closely at the urging of the civil aviation authority because of the air traffic hazard posed by human balloons drifting at the whim of the wind.

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Average: 4.1 (13 votes)
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