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September 10, 2005
Volume 6, Issue 10
For some unexplainable reason, I woke up singing Viva Las Vegas today.
Write a story that takes place in Vegas.
Difficulty: No Elvis, real or otherwise.
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She pulled the black rubber dress over her baby-powdered body and put on sunglasses. She wore a black wig and black spike heels. The dress wasn't even close to being mid-thigh long. She bent over the desk, looking in the mirror to apply red lipstick.
I was in love. I was in Vegas.
I was also cuffed to the bed, naked, erect, and gagged. She came to the bed and kissed my cheek. I ached to touch her rubber body. But she was in a hurry. She took my wallet and keys. I probably wouldn't see her again.
Posted by: bgfay at September 10, 2005 10:32 AM · Permalink
It was a living lip. Live, pulsating with human blood and fleshy tissue.
Jimmy froze. Who would expect to see a human lip on a slot machine in the middle of the MGM Grand? Much less a live one? His drink slipped from his hands. It shattered on the luxurious casino flooring.
The lip formed an arc. It seemed to Jimmy that the lip was trying to form a word.
"Haha!" Jimmy yelled triumphantly. "You'll never be understood by a lip reader. You need another lip for that!"
Posted by: Lou Minatti at September 10, 2005 2:23 PM · Permalink
"My car," said Karl.
"My house," said Patrick.
"All my stocks and bonds," said Karl.
"Every last cent I own," said Patrick.
"My wife," said Karl.
"My first-born child," said Patrick.
"My right arm," said Karl.
"My eyes and ears," said Patrick.
"My artificial heart," said Karl, and the visitors to the table leaned in.
"I'll see your artificial heart and wager my immortal soul," said Patrick. The visitors to the table gasped - some in horror, others in delight.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Call."
It was a straight against a straight flush, with Patrick on the losing end.
"Great," Patrick muttered.
Posted by: G-Do at September 10, 2005 2:46 PM · Permalink