BlastedHeath's photo
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Detective J. Manatee's instincts for detection did not help much as he fumbled through the sock drawer of D.I. Monty Rebus, who was snoring on the davenport in his aquatic habitat,

Finished: 9/26/20 @ 13:46
Chaz's photo
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Deep in the Himalayas, the monk knew he would never fulfill his one true calling: lion tamer.

Finished: 9/26/20 @ 13:34
hamstak's photo
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These are a few of my most-despised words: Pulchritude. Cauliflower. Leprous. Axe. Quantitative-easing. Blister. Virgin. Trebuchet. Maybe. Flatulence. Me. Make a story out of them!

Finished: 9/25/20 @ 18:13
PurpleProf's photo
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Dad flopped down into his old brown recliner, the musty scent of trapped gas filling the air. He sighed as a far-away look came to his eyes. Then I heard it. "Daa-aaaad!" I held my

Finished: 9/26/20 @ 13:39