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Wipermorse
Oh God, where's the bathroom!? Crap! Please let me make it... Nathan hustled rapidly down the hallway of the unfamiliar office building, one hand clutched to his abdomen. Just his luck to have an early morning interview after eating what he was now certain had been bad sushi. Should have listened to Maria when she warned me about that new restaurant.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
Laughing Outside Crying Inside
Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Neolandia, there lived a man named Wayne, a proud purveyor of comedy. Armed with his trusty typewriter and a mischievous sense of humor, Wayne set out to write a comedy sketch that encapsulated the unique sensation of driving around his city.
By Wayne Ince3 years ago in Fiction
The 10 Best Drama Series on Netflix: The Must-Have List
Netflix has revolutionized the way we consume television content. With a large library of drama series, it can be difficult to decide what to watch next. In this article, we've compiled a list of the 10 best Netflix drama series that offer compelling stories, well-drawn characters, and powerful performances that will make sure your binge-watching is both enjoyable and memorable.
By Sarang Panhwar3 years ago in Fiction
Ashley-izm
Ashleyizm - the art of being extremely lazy after hanging around my best friend Ashley. So me and my best friend Ashley are Yin and Yang. I’m extremely active and she is extremely lazy. Because we hang together so much our way’s often rub off on one another. In her case she catches “Joe-ism”, which comes from her being around me too much, but never in a million years did I think I’d catch her Ashleyizm.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction
Puck's Pleasure Powder. Content Warning.
"Cast a spell and watch it work; Jason is no more a jerk." "That's not a spell. That's just a rhyme," Jess whispered as Anna cast some shapes under the canopy of the gnarled oak, making the candle flames flicker and bend with the draft from her movements. Jess was feeling a little jittery by the whole being-out-in-nature-at-night thing, having never done it before, not even a camp when she was a younger girl. Even though this was her idea, she was hoping that it would end soon and she could just go home. TV and a bath with bubbles - that's what she wanted right now. She was starting to regret ever suggesting this.
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Fiction
Sweetiffany
Tiffany Gordon. Sweetiffany Tiffany loves her Barbies, she has lots of them and gives them such lovely nom de plumes. After all, they can't all be called Barbie or Ken, right. Ok, let's see, we have Coco, there is 'doll baby with the accident on her glittery dress, Meeka the Diva, Mischief-Marie and so many more.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Did it Work?
"N'gal paruvik ichtani'la Nebet paradum sakis belfor Uu'a!" Priscilla chanted with conviction, and yet, nothing happened. Nay, a good minute had gone by and the girls of the Catherine David High School paranormal club officially doubted the summoning spell had any effect whatsoever. "Maybe you mispronounced something." Trixy remarked, adjusting her purple-framed glasses. "I totally agree! Probably the Uu'a. After all, it's pronounced Levi-O-sa, Hermione Granger, not Levio-Sa!" added Siobhan. Siobhan fancied herself the toughest lesbian teen in all of Dunwich. From a young age, she's always wanted to spite her old man for using derogatory terms referring to women, and she thought cutting her red hair short and dressing like a punk rocker would get under his nerves. She chickened out of getting that tongue piercing just after her sweet sixteen, but she got him by making out with her cute cousin Aoife at the last St Patty's day family get-together. Let's just say the River Shannon ran red that day. "Can it, Siobhan! You know you couldn't have done any better! I practiced the enunciation for a week!" Priscilla defended. Priscilla was the most popular girl at Lavinia Whateley middle school. Stellar grades which came easy to her meant she could tackle the worthy goal of climbing the top of the social ladder. Everything changed however come grade 9 when Priscilla met face to face with Mildred Hubble middle school mean girl Stacey Kilpatrick. Stacey had the reputation of putting out when she was just fourteen, to all the boys the other girls wouldn't stop talking about. She had them all wrapped around her little finger and she didn't care about a single one of them. Priscilla would fall hard for one of Stacey's 'exes' Mark Waterman. The two bonded together over mutual hatred of Miss Kilpatrick, but when Mark made an inappropriate sexual advance on Priscilla, who was planning on maintaining her V-card at least until senior year, everything went to hell. Priscilla became Catherine David High's quintessential goth girl, jet black hair, pounds and pounds of make-up, and wore nothing but black and pastel pink. Her grades took a dive too, but rumour has it she's doing it on purpose to spite her mom. "Why don't you try saying it again? Say it again!" Siobhan insisted. "Uhm - no! What if it worked but our lord Nebet just didn't show up within your crooked oval, Siobhan?" Priscilla begrudgingly replied. Siobhan crossed her arms. "Every symbol looks like it was ripped straight from the damn tome, admit it!" Siobhan bit back. "Girls, let's please calm down! I'm sure Siobhan is right. No offence, Priscilla, but wouldn't an eldritch god emerging from a deep slumber make one hell of a racket?" asked Courtney. Courtney was absolutely the glue that held the club together. Priscilla may have founded it, but Courtney keeps everything afloat, and actually crates an agenda for each meeting, whereas if Priscilla was left to her own devices, the club would have devolved into nothing more than a pity party for what awful thing Priscilla's mom said to her over the past week, and trust me, Priscilla keeps a journal. "Maybe not everybody's heart was into it. We all want this, right?" Courtney asked around. "Well - I mean the thought of a big scary alien god roaming our otherwise peaceful town seems kind of foolish." Trixy replied. Trixy was the only member of the club who joined looking for new friends. She wasn't at home in the sports clubs and the chess club was packed with all guys she detested. She enjoys learning about the occult, but never imagined summoning rituals in the dead of night would be in the cards. "Seriously? Come on, Trixy! What about your wish? I told you all to come prepared with one wish each because Nebet would owe it to himself to grant us all our deepest desires as a reward for awakening him!" Courtney explained. "I have to confess I'm also not crazy about the idea of something cooler than me walking around Dunwich." Siobhan said. Courtney let out a big sigh of frustration. Priscilla's phone alarm goes off. "Crap! That's ten after midnight, you guys. If my mom gets wise to my little watermelon wearing a wig trick, I'm toast. I gotta go!" Priscilla explained. "I gotta go too." Trixy said, putting away the candles on the ground into her backpack. "Ugh! You girls suck! This was the perfect night for this! We were all here and everything!" Courtney said. "Forget it, lassie. We were clearly in over our heads, this night. Let's pack up. I'll walk you home and promise to behave." Siobhan said sleazily.
By Earl Carrière3 years ago in Fiction
Afrodavit
Heretofore and evermore, today in front, behind, sideways and every which way to the whole wide world, I make my afrodavit. It is an unwritten statement voluntarily made by an affiant or deponent under an oath or affirmation which is administered by a person who is authorized to do so by nobody but her/himself.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
