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Ringless

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 You dropped the phone as you gasped from the photo. She was in bed with your boyfriend… your new boyfriend. Your handsome boyfriend. There was a photo of them at the most expensive restaurant in Chicago. Your favourite restaurant, your birthday restaurant. Then another, she was alone, holding up her bare fingers. An insufferable smirk on her face. The photo was accompanied by the message. “Put a ring on it soon. No one to marry you now. Old hag.” You held back tears. B..bitch… no don’t think like that. It’s Kyle, it’s still Kyle! Don’t kid yourself, he would never do something like this, this is war now. A battle to the death with this Chinese slut who had taken over his body. Your brother, and one of your best friends was absolutely gone. It wasn’t enough that she had replaced everything good in him, but she seemed to have been actively made to make your life miserable. You hadn’t meant to act snooty all those years ago. You were both young and you egged each other on. The old Chines

The Great Returnal

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Back in 2008... “Well Alexandra I think the new museum will be a hit with all of the kids in San Diego.” “Yes Tom, as you can see by the threatening T-Rex behind me. The past comes to life and stomps out the competition” The animatronic T-Rex let out a roar through its semi broken speakers. It was followed by a lot of woahs from the gawking children. There is a buzz as the transmission ends. “Can you edit that so that the roar sounds more intimidating or something? It sounds like a squeaky toy.” Alexandra lowered her mic and screwed up her face in irritation. “And can somebody control these little shits?” Ugh. Like, they all look the same, does someone not know what birth control is?” She pulled her mic to the chest and recoiled as a kid ran past her feet. “Alright cool off Alexandra.” Josh half-whispered. “Where are we going next?” She asked. “The Aztec exhibit there are some new freaky looking artifacts there. They say they used them in sacrifice. Tons of money shots. “ He replied wh

No Bores Allowed.

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 “Don’t run off. We only have three days.” Alex said as he chaperoned the group forward. He hadn’t had a moment's peace since they arrived. He was the junior teacher though, and so he was basically thrown to the wolves. Hormonal, badly dressed, wolves. Surely school uniforms would have been professional. He buttoned up his own blazer and took a headcount. “Anybody seen Cassie?” He asked. Everybody laughed. She was an exchange student from America, pretty and actually fairly benevolent girl. Not a troublemaker. At least in his mind. He had prayed she would just turn up somewhere. But an hour at the British museum passed. He was sweating, had he lost a bloody student? He had one of her friends call her, but no response. “Sir, do you think Cassie is getting her organs stole?” The students laughed. “Don’t joke about that. She probably… got some stupid idea in her head like going to see a visiting girl pop band. She’ll turn up.” Would she though? How was she going to find her way throug

Friends In Her Image

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As Owen chaffed at the edges of the party, he looked sadly at the three guys next to him. Not important enough to be with the main birthday girl and her well wishers. Not even important enough to be in the kitchen. He was right near the doorway, and it was tempting to use it. His friend had invited him but he was more interested in trying to get with her. A fit as fuck blonde apparently. He was wasting his time, they were both broke graphic designers. She wouldn’t be interested. He sighed as he saw a couple of hook ups leaving. If I leave early I might catch the transfer from Bristol central. He turned to the doorway when he was met with a feminine ideal. She looked Indian, but maybe he was a little racist, did Indian women look like this? She didn’t have a big flat nose or big ears or look like she enjoyed her chip butties a bit too much. She was like one of the diversity models he’d been asked to stick onto his banners lately. Straight glossy hair, a high thin nose and and these sw

The Slayer

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  Jack opened the door to the toilet just in time. The distress in his eyes would be visible to anyone who saw him on the way there. He pulled up his t-shirt to see his stomach rippling. Ulcerous pains struck all over his guts. “Just.. a few more seconds.. I was studying you b-“ Oh I’m sorry nerd, were you gonna call me a bitch?” Andrea spoke up, with her clear Italian American Brooklyn accent coming out of his mouth. He felt a purposefully crushing pain in his testicles followed by a smoky sexy laugh. He groaned. “I don’t give a fuck about your study and social calendar.” “I didn’t even recover from the last time.” He screamed while his voice was getting higher. The poorly healed wounds he had were burning from the extra adrenaline and his skin tearing and ripping. His ashy blonde hair   grew softer, shampooing all the dirt out of it. His eyesight began to improve as he dropped his thick rimmed glasses and shook out his lengthening raven black hair. His blue eyes lost their