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Chapter 1:The Discreet Assignment.

Oh how she hated the Internet, this new means of modern technology that allowed information to spread swiftly across the masses. Only six months ago, Rachel Greene had been gracing the covers of some of the world’s most illustrious fashion magazines. Barely 24 years of age, this pretty brunette already had close to USD20 mio of contracts under her belt. She was in demand and her modeling career was right on track

But all that came crashing down when she received her first photo shoot assignment with Massimo Milano. Rachel had at first welcomed the chance to shoot with this well know Italian photographer, whose name was associated with some of the biggest cat walk models and fashion houses this side of Manhattan. But things started going wrong when she refused the repeated advances of Massimo. He had taken no pains to hide his sexual fascination with her and she had to endure the endless hours of torment and torture during his photo shoots. But had managed always to tacitly evade his lewd advances. 

Rachel suspected that quite a few girls in the industry had become victims of this perverted monster. She was advised by her friend Monica that this was a usual seedy trademark of the high fashion industry. It was not the face that launched careers, but the photographer behind the face and body who could make or break a promising talent.

But she had not heeded Monica’s advise. She simply could not, the very sight of the fat balding middle-aged Italian filled her with disgust and revulsion. The crunch came 3 months ago when she responded to a last minute assignment by the agency for a swimwear shoot. Rachel suspected nothing unusual when she walked into the deserted studio. However her suspicions were immediately raised when she found herself alone with Massimo. She refused to change into the very skimpy G-String type bikinis and declined the cocktails he offered her. Finally, she simply walked out of the studio ignoring his threats and vulgarities. 

The next thing she knew, nude and pornographic pictures of her were flooding the websites. She made a report to the authorities but they were never able to trace the actual origin of the pictures. But she recognized his handy work. These were not the product of amateurs photographers, they even fooled playboy and penthouse who vouched for the authenticity of the pictures.

The contracts were swiftly cancelled as prestigious brands and fashion houses tossed her like a used rag doll, wanting to distance their immaculate brand names from her soiled public image. It did not matter that the pictures were false, Rachel Greene was damaged goods and had lost her public appeal.

Low on cash and desperate for an assignment, Monica referred her to a secluded modeling agency known simply as “Cleo’s”. She soon found out that the agency itself was a front and only maintained a surreal existence on the internet. There was no actual business address, phone lines, fax numbers etc. In fact, the agency prided itself on its discreteness. Perspective models e-mailed their portfolios and resumes to an internet web page together with their contact details. It was the agency who short listed the models and initiated first contact.

This arrangement seemed highly unusual to Rachel as she had thought that any aspiring modeling agency would be hungry for publicity. But Monica told her the reason behind this cloak of secrecy. 

Additional to the usual modeling contracts, Cleo’s also doubled as an escort agency. Rachel’s heart sank when she heard this but Monica assured her that Cleo’s looked after all of their models, many of whom were top models like herself who have wondered off the wayward path. And Cleo’s was no ordinary escort agency either. It maintained an exclusive clientele which would forever be beyond the reach of the average man on the street. This agency catered to royalty, Celebes and the filthy rich. Small wonder that discretion and anonymity were the order of the day.

Monica herself confessed that she had accepted several well paid assignments and found the experience quite enjoyable. Seeing her hesitation Monica had prompted that she accepts the agency’s invitation for a phone interview. She would speak with Madame Tussard, who basically ran Cleo’s. And now she sat anxiously as she waited to receive the impending phone call. As if reading her mind, the phone rang shrilly, jolting her out of her reverie. Rachel’s heart pounded as she allowed the phone to rang for long seconds, still having reservations about this agency. Finally she snatched the cradle up and answered the phone breathlessly;

Rachel: “Hello”

A soft spoken soothing feminine voice greeted her on the phone: “Why hello, is this Rachel Greene, it Madam Tussard here.”

Rachel: “Yes this is her, er I mean me…I am Rachel Greene.”

Madame Tussard: “My, you do sound tense tonight Rachel, but don’t worry, Monica has told me a lot about you and that is why we are having this call tonight, to let you know a little more about Cleo’s and its operations.”

Rachel: “Oh, so you have spoken to Monica already, I hear she accepts contracts from your agency.”

Madame Tussard: “Yes, Monica is one of our more popular young ladies, she has lovely blonde hair and ocean blue eyes and appeals naturally to the camera.”

Rachel: “So she has accepted only modeling assignments? And not the more er…discreet jobs?”

Madame Tussard: “Well let me start from the beginning and tell you how we run Cleo’s. Cleo’s is first and foremost a modeling agency. Our models are featured in glamour magazines. The girls are young and beautiful and we look after them very well as they are our prized assets. Without the models, there is no Cleo’s!!” she laughed easily.

Rachel: “Well that’s very re-assuring to know and I am ready and willing to accept modeling assignments, you have seen my portfolio and resume…..”

Madame Tussard: “Yes we have and we are very impressed. Your birth cert says you turn 24 this February and already I have seen your face on so many covers. And you have the perfect model’s figure, long luscious black hair, 5’4 tall, 100lbs and a very supple and delicate 33C-24-34, with almond brown eyes and ivory white skin. Its no wonder that the public adores you so.”

Rachel: “Yes, but as you probably also no, there was that ugly internet scandal……I have not been given another lucrative assignments since.”

Madame Tussard’s tone was encouraging: “That’s a minor set-back. You are very young, and the public has a very short memory. We can restart your career, this is what Cleo’s specializes in. We help less fortunate young ladies like yourself who were exploited by the industry, back on their feet.”

Rachel took heart and she felt herself more at ease with Madame Tussard: “Oh that’s so good to hear, so when can I begin my first assignment.”

There was a pause before Madame Tussard answered: “That’s really up to you. You can even start tonight if you are up to it, but before that I must brief you on the other services that Cleo’s offers.”

Rachel: “Yes I can start tonight, tell me more.”

Madame Tussard: “One reason Cleo’s has been so successful over the years is the contacts we maintain with our exclusive clientele. These are not the fashion houses and tabloid magazines I refer to. These are the top celebrities, royalty, the CEOs of huge companies, oil tycoons, ministers, people whose names and faces appear in Forbes and Fortune magazine.”

Rachel was confused: “Er do you mean they finance and sponsor the agency’s operations?”

Madame Tussard thought for awhile: “ That’s one way to see things. The rich and famous are constantly at the mercy of the press. They have an image to maintain and they also have their personal needs, which quite often conflict with their public image. Cleo’s plays the very delicate and vital role of maintaining the balance between these two needs.”

Rachel was still confused: “I am sorry, what’s so bad about financing a modeling agency, even if you are a minister or oil tycoon.”

Madame Tussard’s voice took a harder edge: “Even the filthy rich have their human needs, their sexual fantasies, desires that they need fulfilled. As money is no object they want only the best, so the usual whore houses or escort agencies will not appeal to them. They want cover girls and top models at their back and call, and of cause discretion is the order of the day.”


Rachel’s heart sank as she realized the implications of Madame Tussard’s words. “So you are nothing more than an escort agency, just selling sex to the rich.”

Madame Tussard’s voice softened: “Not true. Although we run an agency and have contracts with fashion houses, we cannot survive on this seasonal revenue alone. We are a bona-fide modeling agency, but the harsh of corporate finance also sinks in. The fashion houses continue to use our models because Cleo’s waives its agency fees. We do not charge the fashion house or the model. Cleo’s offers a cheap alternative in these tough economic times to the budget conscious designer who still requires a top model to launch his products.”
Madame Tussard continued: “But we need to cover our costs. We try to minimize on rental and office space and studios by maintaining only a surreal existence on the internet, but we still have to pay our photographers, drivers, writers and most importantly of all, our models. Our models take home 80% of our revenue, and they are worth every penny. So you my dear would take home most of the revenue. It’s a win win situation for you.”

Rachel: “I still don’t get it, will I get a proper modeling assignment or not?”

Madame Tussard: “You will get a proper modeling, but because we have to cover our costs, you need to also fulfill a minimum quota of “Discreet Assignments” every month before we can refer you to the fashion houses.”

Rachel knew by now what Madame Tussard meant by “Discreet Assignments”.

Rachel: “How many “Discreet Assignments” a month precisely”

Madame Tussard: “That depends on the revenue generated on each assignment. Which also depends on the er “services rendered” in each Discreet Assignment.”

Rachel: “Well that’s still very vague, can you be more precise.”

Madame Tussard: “I’ll try. Lets say we were a full time modeling agency and I were to refer a top model like you to a fashion house, what would my agency fees be? I know it differs from assignment to assignment but on average I can expect at least 5-10 grand an assignment. So that’s the opportunity cost for the agency, which is one side of the equation. Now we ask, how many Discreet Assignments do you need to complete before you can meet our minimum cost base of say 5k per month. That is an open question.”

Rachel: “Why? Don’t I receive a fix remuneration for each Discreet Assignment.”

Madame Tussard: “Yes and no. For each Discreet Assignment, you will receive a basic Attendance Fee of 200 bucks.”

Rachel: “200 bucks!!! It will take me forever to work that off!!!”

Madame Tussard: “This is only the Attendance Fee, you get this fee for merely showing up. All Discreet Assignments are voluntary. The model decides how far she wants to carry through her assignments. This is also for the welfare of the model.”

Rachel: “That means I can turn-up, look at the client and if I do not like him, I can just leave.”

Madame Tussard: “In short yes. But Cleo’s prides itself on meeting and satisfying our exclusive clientele. Many of these high flyers are on stop-over flights between international destinations. They only have a few short hours to fulfill their Discreet Assignments. Its not nice to disappoint them. Word also does get around amongst the clients and if you have too many refusals, I will have difficulty recommending you even for Discreet Assignments, let alone modeling jobs. So use that as a last option.”

Rachel remained silent as she contemplated her options. Sensing her reservations Madame Tussard continued: “I think you are viewing this in a negative manner. Most of our Discreet Assignments are actually quite pleasant. Do remember that you will be meeting the crème de le crème of society and not the usual riff raffs. Who knows you may meet a Bradd Pitt or Tom Cruise…….and the pay-outs for full services are handsome, between 1-2k a night. That means that you need only do 2-3 Discreet Assignments a month to meet your monthly quota. Once the quota is met we can refer you to any number of modeling jobs.”

Rachel: “Yes, but this is so cheap, its tantamount to prostitution.”

Madame Tussard: “Not true. The model decides how the evening progresses. Of cause sex is a real possibility, but it may or may not be on the agenda of our clients. Some may just want the company of a beautiful young lady. And even if there is sex, you decide whether to proceed, and it may turn out to be quite a pleasant experience after all. Imagine getting paid 1-2k to have a passionate evening with Tom Cruise, life can’t get any better Rachel!!!”

Rachel: “Well, when you put it like this, its hard to say no.”

Madame Tussard pushed on: “Then accept a Discreet Assignment Rachel, say yes! The bottom line is that you have nothing to lose. And if you do change your mind, you can just collect your Attendance Fee and leave after the preliminary social obligations.”

Rachel: “Well, ok, since you put it that way. But will I have a male escort just in case the client becomes difficult.”

Madame Tussard: “Of cause, that’s agency policy to ensure the safety of our models. The Limo will pick you up from home and will wait for you at the client’s location. You will have a direct line in to the driver, Ben, who will come to your aid in the very unlikely event things get out of hand.”

Rachel: “yes, that is most re-assuring, so where do we go from here?”

Madame Tussard: “You mentioned you could start this evening, I have a very exclusive client flying through Manhattan. He is a regular and a perfect gentlemen. I can start by sending him your portfolio and pictures to see if he is interested in meeting up with you this evening.”

Rachel: “Well, ok., who is this client?”

Madame Tussard: “Sorry that’s privileged information. Just as the agency protects its models, so too do we protect the reputation of our clients. You will only know who the client is when you meet him in person. And if you do not like him, you can pull out after the obligatory cocktails.”

Rachel: “Obligatory cocktails?”

Madame Tussard: “Yes Rachel, these are social formalities. We do not run a cheap fuck-shop so to speak. The usual protocol is to have 5-10 minutes of social interaction with the client, make small talk. Seep a cocktail, this also gives both of you a chance to get to know each other better. You can even think of it as a first date!”

Rachel: “Ok, I suppose I can do that tonight, just to have drinks and cocktail and nothing more. Please alert your client to this.”

Madame Tussard: “That’s not advisable, its like throwing a bucket of ice-water onto the client. He won’t even want to meet you. Just play along with the game and cross the bridge when you come to it. The client knows the agency policy and that the model can walk anytime she wants to.”

Rachel: “Well, ok, but I am just having cocktails this evening…”

Madame Tussard: “As you please Rachel. I will call you within the hour to confirm the assignment for tonight. Please leave your mobile on. Good bye for now”

-----Scene Shift To Madame Tussard’s sleazy studio------------------------------------------

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Renee struggled against the scorn in Fran's voice. She didn't want to admit it, but her friend was right. She hadn't come to Tijuana to buy bamboo purses or look at moldy old statues of a revolution that was reincarnated in history books and countless Hollywood movies. She was here to FEEL sin, to see it, to touch it and smell it the way she never would in Eureka where it was buried in cellars and blacked-out rooms. She wanted to move through it without being touched. So far, that's...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 3

For a brief instant, the light blinded Renee, and then she lost interest in Fran and her Latin Romeo. Standing in the center of the stage area was a swarthy skinned Mexican wearing a sombrero and hip-high riding boots, and nothing else. Dangling between his legs was the longest penis Renee had ever seen. She couldn't help gasping as she realized it almost reached the man's knee. When he was sure he had everyone's attention, the Mexican raised his hands and said, "Amigas y amigos, we are...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 6

Renee woke with a feeling of panic gripping her. She wanted to throw up. Sunlight streamed through dirty windows into the little room, splotching the gray army blankets with a patchwork of shadows and sunspots. She had no idea where she was. In her memory there was only a confused roiling of sound, sights, odors, color-all running together like buckets of paint poured on the street. She whimpered as she rolled over, to stop suddenly. Fran was sprawled on her back on the next cot. Her blond...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 7

Not even casting a glance at her to make sure she was securely fastened, Casanova stretched Fran out the same way. Renee felt even more frightened as she realized that the straps were already attached to the bed, just shoved under the thin mattress. All he had to do was pull them out and fasten them around her wrists. As if he did this sort of thing all the time. "What is it you're doing to us?" Renee asked shakily, scared, sick, ashamed of what she'd just done with this man who had...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 8

It was morning before Manuel came again. Renee had lain wire tense all night, waiting. She couldn't sleep--or turn off her thinking. Fran was awake, too. But it had helped neither woman to do any talking during the long night. Manuel entered as silently as he had previously to stand, staring down at them. Renee squirmed. She was overly conscious of her nakedness. He unfastened her hand and foot. "Come!" Silently, he led her out the door into a dingy corridor that was, if possible, even...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 9

Alex made a beeline for the police station where the officer yawned as he filled in the complaint form. He was fat, with a roll of lard hanging over his belt and his jowls were covered with a day's growth of beard. "You know, senor," he said, scratching his crotch. "You Americanos come down here and go to places like that one, what can you expect?" He shrugged and looked questioningly at Alex. "It is not my money!" Alex said desperately. "There are the two women." The Mexican cop...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 12

Manuel took them across the hallway to another small room, much like the one they left, except this room was without beds. Its only furniture was a low table. Ropes dangled from the ceiling and the floor was littered with odds and ends, most of it unidentifiable to Renee. "You," Manuel took Renee's arm, "get on the table." Renee wanted to say no. She was trembling and she was afraid. But something stronger than her own will was moving her. She sat on the edge of the table which was...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 13

The taxista insisted that he knew where he was going when they started. And after stopping at three dirty little buildings where the main source of income was the selling of women flesh, he was still muttering, "Calma, senor! Calma, por favor! I find pretty quick." Alex settled back in the cab and let him try. That was all he could do. The next building was a squat, dirty green two-story with grimy windows and a smell half-way between second-hand semen and a spilled bottle of cheap...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 14

It seemed so long. Renee sighed and stretched. It seemed forever that she and Fran had shared this dirty, foul room. She stared blankly at the cold, white light illuminating the grimy window pane and it didn't mean escape or freedom anymore. It meant nothing because she couldn't escape. There was no place to go. There was no one to go to. She shivered as she remembered the lust that was becoming a part of her life. She wanted it to stop. But her own fiber was interwoven in it. Sometimes...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 15

Alex got out of the cab in front of La Casa de Los Angeles and paid the driver a dollar for the six-block ride. It was a time-honored Tijuana price for a ride to any casa de putas in the city. Outside it looked dark. Boards blocked the windows and only an occasional chink let light creep out into the darkness. He walked up to the door, and, only when he was inches away and it swung open apparently of its own volition, did he realize that there was a man's dark shadow behind the screen and...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 16

Manuel had Renee and Fran change positions. Renee's heart thudded wildly as the two tied her down, her back slithering in the pool of sweat left by Fran's body. Her butt hung over the end of the table and her legs quivered with the effort of reaching the ground and taking some of the weight off her back muscles, already aching from the strain. Combined with the anticipation of what was to come, the feeling was delicious. Renee hated herself for it, but how could she deny it? Watching Fran...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 17

Alex reeled across the curb, slamming into the side of an old abandoned car. He caught himself and crouched to defend himself against the huge doorman, but there was no need. He had re-entered the building with a backward look. Tugging at his jacket to straighten it, Alex sighed. There wasn't a cab in sight. He'd have to walk into town. The suspicion that he was being followed began with vague noises in the darkness behind him. He would see no one, yet the feeling persisted. Climbing a...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 18

Fran paced the length of the tiny room half a dozen times after Manuel left. Clenching her fists tightly had left her knuckles a flat white color. She was chewing on her lip fiercely. "Fran," Renee whispered. "Untie me." The blonde girl paused in her pacing. "When's he coming back, Renee?" she asked tearfully. "I don't know. Hurry and untie me and maybe we can get out of here." Instead of complying, Fran sat down next to Renee and laid her head on the younger girl's soft...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 19

Life was one big throb. Alex awoke on the cold floor of the bathroom with his head beating a tattoo all its own. He stood up stiffly, feeling twinges of pain ranging through his body. Delicately, he unwound the blood-clotted shirt from his body, wincing as the scabs tore away from his body. He finished stripping and stepped into the shower. For long moments he stood under the warm water as it washed the dried blood off his flesh. After a while he looked down where the stinging of the water...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 20

The deaths of Jose and Antonio had driven Manuel into a frenzy. They were the arms and legs that made his name feared throughout Tijuana, not to be easily replaced. According to the periodicos, the two had killed each other in a senseless fight. True, they hadn't any fondness for each other, but there was no reason for them to fight. Of course, and that was one of the reasons Manuel was chewing his fingernails to the quick in his upstairs room, if the police knew about that Americano they...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 21

When the door swung open, Manuel had to stifle a scream of rage. The man who followed Renee in was not Chico, who looked so much like a gringo they did not even glance at him twice at the border, it was that Americano. The one Jose and Antonio were to have taken care of last night. Manuel kept his eye glued to the peephole, no longer concerned about Fran, who was with Pepito, a reliable man. Inside he was fuming. Where was that cabron Chico? Renee followed Alex into the room and closed...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 22

The tall Uruguayan looked up from the peephole, a puzzled expression on his face. "Que pasa, Ramos?" he asked. Manuel was mute with rage. He had to stop Renee and that Americano from getting away. Fortunately Manolito spoke almost no English. If he could stall him... "Pepe," the Uruguayan said suddenly, making up his mind. "Vamanos! We go!" Without a word, his partner sprang up and grabbed the ever- present suitcase. "Adios," Manolito said tight-lipped to Manuel. They were almost...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 23

The following days were the most difficult. Alex wanted to put the women in the hospital, but Renee wouldn't allow it. Deathly pale, she had him take the two of them high into the mountains where they rented a lonely mountain cabin. And then she had him take the distributor rotor out of the car and hide it. The first day was bad. Fran and Renee both turned gray. Their skin was damp, clammy. Alex worried they were going to die, but Renee begged him to hang on. "I've got to do something,...

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Nightmare HolidayChapter 24

Renee stood looking down at Alex, listening to the wind howl in cold fury outside the house. It was a bitter, frightening sound. One that she had heard a lot of since returning to Eureka. It had been no joke getting Alex here. All the way he had been gray, ill. His skin clammy with a cold sweat breaking out at the hint of a harsh word. They would have helped him. She and Fran were willing. But it was impossible on the crowded railroad car. When they dragged him off the train Renee had been...

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Nightmares Are Bad for YouChapter 1

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! "what the fuck was that" panted Chuck. That had to have been the best example ever of a great dream turned into a nightmare he thought. Looking down at his blankets on the bed he saw the proof that it had been a great dream. There were copious amount of white sticky jizz everywhere. "Just great" he mumbled "now moms going to think I was jacking of again." Charles Adams, or Chuck as he thought of himself, had finally had enough. "Damn it" he thought "I'm...

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nightmares and dreams1

I sucked it , it was hard oh so hard and hot while throbbing like nothing i had ever felt before .... michael got closer to me and then started to feel my body with his hands before going to my penis which went hard , i reached round with my hand and started to play with michael .............after a while barry said hes going to make it up to me now but he made me promise not to tell anyone , i promised . He said lay down on my back , i did , he parted my legs and then started to feel my...

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nightmares and dreams0

I NEVER WANTED TO BE GAY THE IDEA OF IT MADE ME SICK BUT FATE HAD OTHER PLANS > PART ONE - MICHAEL AND BARRY For me all i ever wanted was to meet someone and fall in love get married and have children. So i guess before i get to that i should start at the very begining. As a small kid i was top of my class and liked by all , i did what most kids did but when i reached the age of 8 one of my friends insisted on both of us getting naked even though i never knew why , i did not...

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Nightmares Are Bad for YouChapter 2

"Oowww my head," Chuck sat up on and continued to groan. He looked up and saw something that almost made him laugh it was so cliché. There were the golden pearly gates and a line of about 20 people. He stood and moved to the line and proceeded to wait. When he made it to the head of the line he heard, "Name please" said a seemingly bored St. Peter "Charles Darwin Adams" said Chuck. "Hmm, nope not on the list, sorry." "What?!" "I'm dead, how can I not be on the list?" right...

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The Space Creature

The ship she was on wasn't a large ship, but niether was it small. It was a research vessal that didn't require much of a crew. The fourty foot long vessal was piloted by her and her new partner named henry. Henry was a bright scientist, like her, but he had no respect for regulations and he kept hitting on her, also against regulations. Space had always seemed vast. Always more to explore and always more to see. She was always excited to explore it. As of now they were scanning a star...

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Creature

*Note: Story inspired by the character Sqweegel The room was filled with darkness. Only the sudden flashes of lightning from the storm outside lit the interior through the window for a fraction of the second every once in a while. The only sound that could be heard was from the rain hitting the glass hard and the roaring thunder booming after the flashes. It was like a raging war outside yet inside the small bedroom it was calm and almost close to complete silence. There was nothing that could...

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