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 Frank sighed in exasperation. Apparently, his plan to turn his daughter Haylee’s latest hot date into a slutty best friend had somewhat backfired, as Stacey was now inviting her to a double date. The boy she was setting him up with was on his way to pick her up, and Haylee was getting ready upstairs. Meanwhile, Frank was getting ready to greet the young man, very much intent on not letting his little girl go out with yet another loser. But this time, he figured that he deserved a little something as well. Nights were long and lonely since his wife had left him, but now with his newfound powers, he certainly had a solution for that… So, by the time the guy came knocking, Frank was very much ready to receive him. “Hum… Hi there… I am here to see Haylee?” The young man seemed very hesitant and shy. Frank smiled an ominous and cold smile, thinking that he wouldn’t stay that way for long. “Hmph… I think you better come in, she isn’t quite ready yet…” Frank growled, ushering him inside ...

You should really have kept your tongue when you started complaining how horrible you life was at that restaurant. Both of them were in steady relationships, and with their combined income with their spouses had both managed to save up and buy a house. You on the other end were still single, and unable to hold a relationship for longer than a couple of years, and still renting out an apartment. Sure you had a job which paid the bills, but you felt like you were stalling, and that you were falling behind everyone else in this game called life. "It's horrible! How am I ever going to find a girl, have kids, buy a house? I am almost thirty years old already, I don't want to start having kids in my forties! Women have it so much easier, they can basically pick any guy they want, and then set the term and schedule for when they want to start having kids, plus they get maternity leave... It's just not fair!" The waitress serving you took your comments very personally, an...

There was nothing strange or odd about the new antique store that opened up on Main Street. Except for the fact that it mysteriously appeared overnight, as if out of thin air. That and the fact that every single item in the store is cursed in some way or another. Of course, customers don’t know that last part, and anyone who comes in will find themselves unable to leave without buying precisely one item from the store and bringing it back home, even if they only intended to browse through the items quickly, or worse, didn’t even mean to come into the mysterious place. Such is the influence that the owner of this place has on its visitors. Afterall, being a warlock, who is a human who inherited mystical powers from a demonic ancestry, has its perks. Many cursed items are littered about haphazardly, eager to ensnare a mortal victim, and irreversibly change their lives and destinies forever. Antique binoculars which seem to make things seen through it not only closer but smaller as we...

Arnold was an Uber driver in his spare time. Times were hard, and his main job as a graphic designer for an advertisement firm just wasn’t enough anymore, so he supplemented his income by driving people around during his free evenings and weekends. He would prefer not to have to work any more than he should, but honestly, he didn’t hate this type of work. He liked driving his car, and he met tons of interesting people while working, chatting up conversations with them, usually just small talk, but it was still very enjoyable. Today was one such day, he was heading downtown to pick up someone and drive him back to the suburbs. He went to the provided, waiting for a minute before a shady looking guy climbed into his back seat. Arnold turned around with his usual big smile and cheerful attitude. “Hey there! How’s it going today?” As he got to see him from close up, Arnold felt there was something off with this man, something wrong. Maybe it was that knowing half smile, maybe it was the gl...

One last ride, and what a wild ride it had been! Your bachelor party had gone exactly how any bachelor should go. Fun, crazy, and with tons of alcohol. You spent the day performing various activities, including paintball, rafting, and attending a Formula 1 race. It was truly epic, a day for the ages, never to be forgotten, with tons of shenanigans, pranks and overall stupid behavior, as there often was during such events. And now, as the day was winding down, it was time for the very last activity, bar hopping!   Going from bar to bar, drinking beer, taking shots, and basically making fools of yourselves until you got kicked out, and moved on to the next place.   The guys even went as far as taking you a few towns over, just to make sure you wouldn’t be recognised and weren’t afraid to do any of the crazy shit they would undoubtably make you do. The plan was that there was no plan, and you would just have to see where the night carried you. The first few places they went passe...