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MegaStuft Oreos

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“MegaStuft Oreos?” Meredith asked, lowering the package. “What was wrong with the regular ones?”

“They were out!” Kayla replied with a huff. Kayla and Meredith were housemates, in their senior year in college. It was their penultimate food run for the winter, as both ladies began packing their belongings for break. Meredith frowned at the heavy package of cookies, putting them down on the table with a substantial thud. The young blonde glanced up at her housemate, eyebrow raised, as though proving a point. “They weren’t my first choice, but it was on sale.”

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Average: 1.5 (2 votes)

Round Roommate

Tom came into the TV room with lunch and sat down on the couch cushion that was closest to my face. I smiled at him and opened my mouth for him to feed me. 

He did this every day, multiple times a day. I couldn't exactly feed myself. My arms and legs hadn't really existed for over a year. I was essentially just a ball, resting in Tom's living room on a pile of pillows next to a potted plant. It was normal for us, though. No clothes fit me and Tom was horrible at sewing so, to keep warm and cozy, he draped warm blankets over me. 

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Average: 4.3 (3 votes)

Carbonation Situation, The

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I'm a soda fanatic. Doesn't matter what flavor, what brand; I just love the taste and texture of carbonated beverages. That, combined with my sweet tooth, and I'm always ready to enjoy a nice can of fruity flavored pop. Whilst I do have my favorites, I'll never turn down the chnace to dry a new soda.

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Average: 4.4 (5 votes)

Idiom

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"So," she said, pacing casually back and forth in front of me, "you know what they say about girls with big feet, right?"

I stared at her. Was -this- why she brought me to this small park between the apartments? "...no, I actually don't, and isn't it supposed to be -guys- with big feet?"

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Average: 3 (1 vote)

Torture Dressed as Therapy 2: Testing the Limits

A year, maybe two. Glen had quickly grown tired of his life hooked up to a canister. Klestofer stopped visiting him after a few months, leaving him alone most days. Sometimes therapists came in and asked him questions. He would anawer truthfully, but they never did anything about his dark thoughts.

He often wished he would just pop. Or deflate. Or fall asleep and never wake up. 

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Average: 4.5 (2 votes)

Torture Dressed Like Therapy

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It was unsuspected. Just and unfortunate draw of bad luck. They hadn't been looking for anyone specific, just whoever they could get their hands on - fast and easy. 

Some cruel, twisted minds were just looking to tinker with the limits of the human body. To see just how far it would go. None involved, of course, were bold enough to volunteer. They wanted to explore this stretch of a theory with no expense to themselves. 

And poor Glen just happened to be walking home alone on the night they decided to find a test subject.

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Average: 4.5 (6 votes)

How I met your Balloon

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"Hey, Dad?"

Micheal looked up from the book he was reading on the back patio of his house.  At roughly forty-five years old, he had reached his middle age rather gracefully.  Brushing a stray lock of his notoriously unkempt hair aside, he glanced over his shoulder to see his son, Timothy.  Folding the corner of a page over to mark his place in the novel, he turned to face his child. "Hey, sport. What's up?  I thought you and your friends would be playing that new game of yours. What number is it up to now, Black Ops 28 or 29?"

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Average: 4.2 (6 votes)

Day in the Plaza, A

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"What a wonderful day!" I cheered, running into the plaza. The sun was shining and not a cloud in the sky. I couldn't help my excitement, all I knew is that I felt so happy to be here. 

"Luna, wait!" My friend Charles was jogging up to me. "You're so bloody hyper, you need to calm down." He chuckled, moving his long brown hair out of his eyes. It was a bit windier than normal, but it was dying down. I put my blonde hair into a ponytail. 

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Average: 3.6 (7 votes)

Swell Night, A

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“Oh, shit it’s Early” scream Verity as she ran for the bus, her hands searching her inside pocket for her bus pass as she just reached the vehicle before the doors shut.

Usually the tall brunette would just wait for the next one, but tonight was different. She had finally got a date with her crush Elijah and yet she was already out of work late and in a rush to get home and ready.

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Average: 3.5 (2 votes)

Fertility Potion, The

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Upstairs, in the quaint kitchen of The Great White Witch’s cottage. The witch herself sat at a diner set, sipping coolly from a fine china teacup. Things were certainly much quieter after the defeat of the Abominable Warlock, strange as it were. She expected miles of lines to be at the shop door, seeking help with reconstruction of the village of Hermit, but the only business she’d received all day was a Leshy requesting a magic foot cream. “I guess they just wanted to give me a break,” She thought aloud.

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Average: 4.3 (4 votes)
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