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Some crude humor. Enter at your own risk.
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32 words, on last count. It'll take you twenty seconds. What's to lose?
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You never know what you might find. Dollhouses, bikes, stuffed animals, coins. Piles of treasure in piles of garbage. Finding the treasure is the hard part. Selling it is the harder part. 1
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Nobody liked Max. He was the cousin that everyone hated. He wore huge chains and had a tattoo on his wrist. One time Max went to a frien
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It was the end of a terrible summer day. June stared out of the mouth of the cave, watching the waves break on the rocks. Her head leaned on her hand, her eyes began to close from boredom. The only thought in her head was
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I stepped onto the sidewalk. My bare foot fell onto the pavement, feeling the heat seared into the gray concrete. I ran my hand through m
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Here comes the last sip, rushing into his mouth and tasting bitter. The bubbly liquid slithers down to his stomach and coils up, making hi
by gocubsgo25
1300 words, 1 comment,
on Aug 14 10:01 PM
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The metal door slammed shut with a laugh. My shoulders were squeezed together, the walls pressing on me. I could only see through the slits in the door, the fluorescent lights burning my eyes. My backpack was crushed behin
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A torrent of water rushed from between his hands, meeting the red with hissing and steam. His mask grew cloudy. Planks of wood fell down around him, clattering to the cracked concrete. The snakes hissed and dove at him, an
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Pride swelled in my chest as I stared up at the mass of white stone in front of me, trying to see the point at the top. To think that ordi
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Jack Lake hopped off the rickety Red Line ‘L’ train, pushing through the crowd. It was worse than New York; young kids with bottles of beer in hand shuffled slowly down the ramp to the street. He swore and pushed past a kid
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Joe pushed open the swing door into the bar and plopped down on a wooden stool. The bald bartender with biceps the size of his head came o
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I loved that watch. The way the light glinted off the golden surface, the way it ticked, the old-fashioned numbers and hands underneath it
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Hector sighed as he walked along the sidewalk on Addison and Clark. He glanced up at the bright red marquee of Wrigley Field and nodded.
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George cursed as the rusty lawnmower shuddered to a stop. The old gentleman stopped to catch his breath and swore again. The fog had crept up the hill, engulfing the cemetery. The ancient headstones poked from the ground l
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Julio pressed on the pedal with his right foot, keeping the brake pressed with the left, smiling at the sound of the engine’s horses runnin
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