Uncle-Ben

Clueless Wonder

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Thanks and Giving (Part 2 of 2) by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Thanks and Giving (Part 2 of 2)

Despite this, Andrea reaches up and hugs Megan, “Oh how, I’ve missed you. I’ve been all alone and scared out here. I didn’t think I’d make it another night. Let’s go home.” This is totally not like Andrea, Megan muses before picking the bunny girl up. “Ummm, it’s not quite that simple,” she says as they walk back the way they came. “What? Do you? Mean,” Andrea says as she slips and cowers behind her roommate as they approach the dog girl. “You got yourself into something big that has turned much larger, thanks to you.” They pass Jack who follows along. Andr

Thanks and Giving (Part 1 of 2) by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Thanks and Giving (Part 1 of 2)

"Hey Jerk," she stops just outside the front door blocked by the irritant in her way. His smile is strained from many times of putting up with this, "Andrea, my name is Jack." Unphased, she quips, "That's what I said, Jerk." He shakes his head, "I don't know why you are calling me that. I'm just trying to see if Calvin is here." She rolls her eyes at him and sticks her palm out in the direction of his face, "I see you stalking me in the halls. You are not my type, and I'm not interested." "What? I'm not following you around campus. I'm headed to class. I can't help it if my medical classes are somewhere near yourrrrr,” Jack searche

The Vac-Hotel by Uncle-Ben, literature

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The Vac-Hotel

"This is the place?" The woman clutches her partner's hand as they both look at the blank wall with a door in it. The only other sign of life is neon bulbs in the shape of the word 'Hotel.' The 'H' is what gets her attention and differs it from all other hotel signs. It has two cross bars each near the top and bottom of the letter and bending toward the center before returning to the level they started on. It almost looks like the 'H' is wearing a corset. He nods before speaking, "This is the address we were given when we made the reservations." He takes a step forward, but she stays still tugging him back. "I was expecting more." She gazes

It's magic. You knooow. (CWJ #7) by Uncle-Ben, literature

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It's magic. You knooow. (CWJ #7)

Note: This one was written by several different people of various abilities. Each of us were given 5 minutes. I have left this as is, bad speeling and punctuation and all. The separation between writers is the "-=-" symbol. Start!: ========= Once upon a time, there was a dog and a cat. They were friends. "Hey Gato," said the dog to the cat, "What do you want to do today?" "I'm not sure. I've got a few ideas. What were you thinking, Doggo?" He tilts his head back and forth as his ears flop around, "I could go for some adventure. How about the forest?" "The magic forest? That's what I was thinking! Let's go." And, so, the two set forth on

Monkey Business (CWJ #6) by Uncle-Ben, literature

Bait (Wri-tober 2019 Day 3) by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Bait (Wri-tober 2019 Day 3)

[Warning! This is darker than my usual fare. Beware.] . "Soooo, all I have to do is swing to the other side?" The red head looks from face to face hoping that all of this is a joke. The old factory is a joke. The dangling chain over the hemisphere is a joke. The one piece bathing suit that she is wearing is a joke. That all of this is just a test of courage. That if she just stays here a moment longer they will all crack a smile and start laughing and tell her it is all just a joke. . The three women around her do not smile or start laughing. The middle one, the leader of the trio, the one who called her here and asked her to wear this, she nods her head, "That's correct. If you do that, you'll join the sorority. And each member gets one of our specialty pets." . The one to the left, she thinks her name is Jennie, also nods, "Yeah, all of us go through it. Think of it as an initiation, without all the hazing and stuff." . Then the group goes quiet waiting for the initiate to make

Mindless (Wri-tober 2019 Day 2) by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Mindless (Wri-tober 2019 Day 2)

I look to my partner in the driver's seat and ask, "Ready?" . He turns back to me with a thumbs up and turns on the engine. "I've been waiting for this all month long." . Under my breath, I mumble, "That makes one of us." Then with forced smile, the thumbs up is returned. "Okay. Let's clear out this backseat." . "Right," he nods, "Where should we start?" . Shrugging, "I don't know. How about the females?" No recognition in his eyes. "Off Balfour?" . "Oh right!" The car starts moving, turning this way and that. "How about doing these as we go?" . "Sure." I roll down the window and grab a magazine off the pile that is between my legs and |Throw| it out the window. It arcs up and plops down just to the left of the center of the driveway. Then the next house comes. |Throw| This one lands on its side and flips end over end from the right edge of driveway to the center and stops, laying itself down. . No time to think. The next house is upon us. Car in the driveway. |Throw low| It

Cosmic Power Cosplay: Start by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Cosmic Power Cosplay: Start

Note: This is a Choose Your Own Ending (there's not enough story to be an adventure). I won't reveal what ending leads to what and please don't spoil in the comments. What I will do is to let you know whether the choice will lead you closer to a "good" or "bad" ending. Start! ====== A young man wanders through the throngs of bodies eyes wide. Certainly this wasn't his first convention, but still the crowd amazes him. Carrying his swag bag, he dodges through openings trying to see the various booths and vendors. There! A booth with an video game featuring anime characters, he thinks, I wonder if my favorite is in there-- He never gets the ch

Easter Eve by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Easter Eve

“Yuck. Hardboiled egg again. Why does mom always put a hardboiled egg in my lunch? She knows I don’t like them,” he holds up the object in disgust. As he does so, his eyes shift focus to further away. Someone else is also holding their egg. This one, however, is using the spoon in their other hand to crack the shell. “Maybe I can trade my egg for something of theirs,” the boy mumbles to himself. Standing, he walks with his brown paper bag toward the other egg kid. On his way, he looks to the popular area to see if she is there. His heart beats a little faster as he spots her eating and talking with her friends,

Reformed by Uncle-Ben, literature

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Reformed

“Our top story tonight is another bank robbery. Reports from the scene indicate that this the same as the others,” declares the reporter on television above the guy slinging alcohol. BAM! The front door slams open. Cheering, the man wearing a red shirt calls out to the inhabitants, “We’ve got reason to celebrate. We’re getting married. Drinks on the house! All night long.” It takes a few times for it to sink into the brains of the residents of the bar, but the cheer increases until the place is almost rowdy. Hand in hand they walk up to the bar and sit on the spinnable stools. "Gimme a Bloody Mary," says