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Miles Gatling

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Consumed in Thy Flesh

Thank you for calling the Fleshy Playtime Customer Care Line! Our business hours are from eight am to five pm, because we want to deliver that extra bit of satisfaction to you, our beloved customer. Friendly reminder: any and all satanical rituals performed on our product voids its warranty. Fleshy: grips you softly, so you can go hard. From the makers of Bottomless Meat Chutes. All rights reserved. Poor Melvin is done for. He’d planned an exciting night, but ended up fighting for his life instead. Melvin should have never given in...

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A Sword In Every Timeline

Melvin sank into his chair. The dwarf foamed at the mouth and banged his dog-sized fists against the table, splintering its edge. The ranger towered over him, resting his hands on the Belt of Unyielding Manspread. It bestowed plus two personal space on the wearer. The rogue–damn, look how tight that tunic is on her. The way her chest bounces when she flashes her middle finger to the bard. The way her tight, silky-smooth thighs curve at the hips. How her emerald eyes shimmer when she gets mad and screams in my face. Oh, how wonderfully s...

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Rot

It's definitely spreading. Right here, see? It used to be two islands separated by a sea of rash. Now it's one gigantic crater. I thought I was white. Who knew purple, gray, and orange coexist under my skin. Oh, great, here comes that lousy nurse. Do your worst you–oh fuck, my arm! Stop spraying that shit on me you fuckin’... I wish I could bite your fingers off. Oh what's this? Flip me on my side so it would heal? A little massage, maybe a hot and cold bath; that will heal it, sure. Christ, I wish I could shout in your bloated face. ...

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Froggin' Fantasy

“I chose the path of magic.”“Remember, Hero, the choice can't be undone. Is this your destiny?”"Yep.”"I didn't quite catch that, Hero.”"I said I want to be…" “Speak up, you're mumbling. Do you want to be a mage or not?" "Can we do this another time? I think I left the stove on. I should get going. I'll catch you later, Great One.”"Don't bother coming back if you're not serious, or next time I'll turn you into a frog, you get me?" “Loud and clear." Our hero fled the Grand Wizard’s borrow, not stopping until he reached The Dangling Scepte...

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Fishy business

He glared at the photos. Those marks were stab wounds, and no one could convince Detective Phineas otherwise. He sensed the viciousness with which the murderer had struck through the polaroid pictures. A distant voice dragged Phineas from his bitter loathing. “Detective, are you alright?" Miss Marina held her black leather agenda tight against her chest. With a pleasant figure with all the right shapes and sizes, Phineas couldn't help but smile seeing her. "The Serge wants to see you in his office right away.” “About what, Marina? ...

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Come hell or high water

The sun is out. What a night, eh? I blame global warming; these storms are the new norm, let me tell you. Jeez, look at all that destruction. What's wrong? Why so glum? I think that went perfectly. You couldn't have picked a better time. Everyone was busy with the storm to notice you. With half the city stumbling around in darkness, who do you think will point the finger at you? No one, that's who. Relax, have a drink. Don't concern yourself with details, there's no way in hell anything will stick. You got away with it, enjoy the momen...

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The Dick That Got Away

Ugh…yep, he's dead alright. Jeez, looks like someone smacked him with a shovel. “I'm sorry for your loss. He looks so peaceful, you can hardly tell he was sick." Who are they trying to fool with that face painting? Got him looking like Pennywise. "They did such a good job in makeup. Who was the artist? Do they do weddings too or- Right, right I know you're busy. Again, very sorry for your loss.” I hate funerals. Is that a bar? Alright, that's more like it. His mouth is twisted in agony. You can tell he suffered a painful death. I'd say a ...

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Doghouse

Captain's journal, Doghouse Alfa. Drifting hopelessly on a direct path of collision with a black hole. Engines dead in the water. Out of treats. For those that come after us: turn back while you can.The ancient text told the truth. The Star Gate is here, I've seen it. I hope Marshall and Chase found peace. Guys, if you're out there in Heaven, save a few biscuits for me. I won't be long. From the beginning, for those who find this message. Turn back, only death lurks here. As team leader, I was tasked with finding a Star Gate and linking it t...

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And I've mounted on the saddle and I told the story like so

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling and it was almost dark. It was dark-ish, like dark but a navy dark. Not so dark that you’d go: jeeez it's dark out there! No, more like Twilight dark, not Terrifier 2. And it wasn't THAT cold…Clearly the kid was exaggerating as kids tend to do. Or did the author say that? Not the author, the narrator. I don't know, I haven't read the thing. Something about a goose and pyromancy. We don't have those fairytales in the Balkans. It's a shame really. You can't have too many kids pissing their pants at ni...

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Story

And when he opened the box his senses were overwhelmed by nausea, despair and impending doom. Laid bare before him were citations, hospital bills, payoff statements, and the scariest thing on the pile: a love poem he wrote in middle school. Oh, the horror, the horrible, shameful horror. Trembling hands unearthed a “Him" mixtape. Haha I can see you recoiling in disgust, scratching feverishly in hope of blinding yourself. You'd do anything not to go through that again. The shame, the misery, pure torture. But fear not, this story is not all go...

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Traffic

I have become the thing I hate the most: traffic. I am now road traffic. My most distant memory is being buckled in the backseat listening to country mouse and city mouse. Despite their differences in environment, their food preferences, interest in music and books, the country mouse and city mouse were very good friends. One lived in the city the other as you’d expect on a farm in the country. They visited each other on occasion, learning, adapting, ploting… When you’re a kid repetition isn’t boring. My dad would have the song on repeat. So...

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A reason to love. Man's lovely triumph. All my homies part lips

Her lips parted to receive his tender kiss-“Pff what?! The fuck is this? Parted, who invited Moses?”His tender kiss, a warm breath brazing her cheek-“Ayo, what's happening? Why aren't those two dead yet? You probably have a fever or something.”“Be quiet or I'll shove you so far back they'll find you at his next colonoscopy.”“Whoa, relax. Why are you busting my balls like that?”“Leave him alone he has to focus otherwise he won't write anything.”“Did you see that crap? Blood thinks he's Twilight…”“It's a story about two lovers. He put me in ch...

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Light the way

"Come on, pull me out already. Let’s go, grip me firmly, and choke up where I like it. That feels wonderful. Stop teasing! I can hear the clack of metal. Do it, do it, you... ahh that’s it! Woo, here we go, the hour of reckoning has come. Slay the mounted one, careful he’s barreling toward us. Yes, well struck. I love the split second of warmth as I pass through one’s face. You were a bit nervous I could tell. That blow was too powerful. You should loosen up a bit. But that’s the case with every battle, isn’t it? The first kill drives the sh...

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The forbidden kiss

“Who talks like this?”“Like what exactly?”“Like this…goofy, dumb, gesturing all over the place. Don’t you see it?”“I think I do, but why does it bother you so much?”“What are you guys talking about?”“Shut up, nerd. Bother someone else with your squid thing.”“It’s such a good show: intense, gritty, close to reality. It’s essentially a documentary.”“Realism?! You stupid fuck.”“Let’s not get into it. Why don’t you explain your annoyance with that show in a more constructive way…”“Look man, I tried watching it when the hype was everywhere. Saw a...

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Huff

My name is Sergeant Volk Mane, squad leader of Unit Thirteen. We exist to serve the interests of high-ranking government officials, tasked with eliminating terrorist targets deep within enemy territory. We are a rogue unit, untraceable and expendable — no country, no name.Our intel pointed to terrorist activity in the Woodlands, a region deep within the meadow. We received reports of an extremist organization expanding its territory and growing in numbers. The head of the organization, known only as Mother, conducted her business with the he...

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