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Looking for a good female narrated story with good sound effects![]()
like helicopters, explosions, and monster roars?

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I've been sneaking in and getting some of Big Bertha's brew as the day has progressed. I finished editing and proofing a story for a friend. My, my, she has little conception of punctuation. But it's done. And I doubt I will be doing it again, soon. ;)
Now I'm working on a short story on blue. It will be sad and I hope it won't be too much of a downer to anyone kind enough to read it.
THanks, gang. I'll be back for more later.
Quote by BethanyFrasier
These things only happen to me infrequently because I live in a small liberal college town now, but I lived in and around the OSU campus in Columbus in my twenties, and I got attention constantly from strangers. I'm usually not threatened by it, but for a couple years after my , I was wigged-out if it happened when I was alone. My sister lives in Brooklyn, and she gets harassed all the time, but she's even more self-confident than I am, so she can handle herself in any situation. I'm kind of in awe of her!
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Thank you Mods, for all you do. I go in and re-edit stories and change artwork and add tags and in general make a nuisance of myself, giving the Mods more work, and no one has ever complained. Like, EVER. So know we all appreciate your patience and hard work.
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So anyone else ever finished a story and been down to just doing the final polish before submission and gone, "
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Larry, I've been noticing your 0's instead of o's and found it very amusing. I'm still waiting for Verbal to write a k-less story hint hint hint.
Lemonade, please.
Quote by Master_Jonathan
Q: How do you keep a blonde occupied for hours?
A: Write "Other Side Up" on a cardboard box.
Quote by JakeD68
Mods, if the 'inc fantasies' are only 'fantasy' why is there a 'true' tag on 1 of the stories? I noticed it due to my big fingers getting in the way. I wasn't logged in yet. Does that make a difference? I did as folks suggested, hid that category. I'm fairly certain the subject in that category is illegal. To promote 'true' stories on the guise of fantasy seems awfully underhanded. Considering this site promotes itself as a high caliber site.![]()
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Once upon a time, there was a brave (Canadian) soldier whose penis got mangled by an errant cricket ball, which could have easily been avoided if he hadn't been deeply immersed in the study of topology at the time. But hot psychedelic rock and roll scientists were able to rebuild it, bigger, better, stronger, faster... well, no, not faster... but in time he learned to control the powers of his new bionic member, capable of extending it to incredible distances boasted only by the guys in the Lush forums. He donned a mask and used it to fight the crime of boring terrible sex - and other misdemeanors if he wasn't too busy, and felt like it. He'd race to the scene in his Nascar which was actually pretty inefficient because he could only reach a place by making a series of left turns, and by the time he got there, it was usually all over.
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My father was one of the first U.S. Army military police officers on the beach on D Day at Omaha Beach. Just as the door dropped down on their landing craft, there was a direct German artillery hit on the craft next to them that decimated a platoon of their fellow MPs, so body parts rained down on them as they waded ashore. Dad was shot as soon as he took his first steps on Omaha Beach. He was sent to a field hospital in France, where he was recovering. He and some other wounded troops were swimming in a pond when an artillery shell hit the pond. Dad had just stepped out of the water, so he was wounded again, while the others were all killed. Soon after he recovered from that, he was in liberated Paris in December, when he was sent to Belgium to help secure convoy routes at the beginning of the Battle of the Bulge. He and two other MPs were investigating a roadblock outside Bastogne which was not on their list. It turned out that it was part of a German effort to interrupt resupply for the Americans. The three MPs all got machine gunned, but managed to report back to HQ. That was dad's third Purple Heart. He recovered, and in the Spring, got his final WWII assignment. Nothing that had happened before prepared him for the horrors of Buchenwald. He was supposed to help survivors recover and try to get repatriated. His father had died when he was 12 and said that was the last time he had cried before Buchenwald. While he was at Buchenwald, he cried every single night. The stories he told me about Buchenwald will always be with me. Forgetting will never be an option for me.