The Dirty Camry by Blankage and Bobby

This car is not actually that dirty, Nicole thought. Her mom made it sound like she’d been off-roading or something, but there were just a few bugs splattered across the windshield of the shiny, silver Camry. Nicole gripped the hose tightly and frowned at the glimmering paint, blindingly bright in the midday sun. She was supposed to be studying for the trig test tomorrow. The mildly dirty car could’ve waited.

She circled the car as quickly as she could while the water from the hose roared against the steel. She held the nozzle far away from her body to avoid getting any excess spray on her jeans or her immaculately pressed Old Navy t-shirt. She hummed the first movement of Mozart’s second horn concerto to herself as she leaned forward to shoot water into the wheel wells of the car.

When she straightened, her next-door neighbor, James, was shuffling across the street with his gangly arms jammed wrist-deep into the pockets of his shorts. Not cool. His eyes shifted shyly between Nicole and the sopping Camry. He smiled. Nicole gave him a half-smile back that she hoped said, I’m happy to see you, but please don’t come over here right now. He kept walking towards her. She sighed.“Hi James,” she said as brightly as she could manage.
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[Commission] A Tight Fit by Blankage and NosferatuKata

The boy’s locker room was empty, but it still had the musty smell of unwashed gym shorts and pit stains, not even moderately camouflaged by the haze of deodorant that hung in the air. Robyn wrinkled her nose and followed the unsavory smells as they wafted through the room, the worst of them settling in front of Mike’s locker. She held her palm over his greasy, mottled combination lock and concentrated on its spiritual essence.

“What do you want?” the lock said lackadaisically.

“Might I please enter your domain?” Robyn said

“What’s that now?”

“Um, I need you to unlock.”

“Why didn’t you say so in the first place?” The lock slowly began to spin unaided. Right to nine, left to six, back up to zero and around to seven. The lock gave a high, pinging pop and sprung open.
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[Commission] Framed by Blankage and The Regressed

Mark didn’t really mind when his mom shooed him and Katie out of the house. Katie, his girlfriend, had met his parents less than a week earlier, and he explained that one sure way to tell that his mom was becoming comfortable with someone was when she started bossing them around. Katie just laughed and nodded. “This explains so much about you.”

They decided to drive to a small park several miles from the house, and now they sat on a park bench, with their bodies pressed against each other, lips locked together. The park was quiet but for the dry leaves crackling in the wind, dancing over the concrete. Fall had arrived and, the youngsters that had crowded the faded, red jungle gym just days before were now sitting in desks, staring out the window. Mark and Katie too would soon resume classes, both in their 3rd year of college. Mark tried not to think about it, focusing on Katie’s lips against his, her dark hair swirling around his face.

The moment was so serenely silent, the stillness so palpable that he wasn’t quite sure what to do when Katie’s tongue darted back into her mouth like a frightened fish. She pushed him away and held him at arm’s length, her black eyes suddenly unable to meet his, flitting around the empty park.

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An American Weregirl in London by Blankage and Ketrian

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“She was alright,” is what Brett had texted his buddy. “Maybe a seven or an eight after she took off her cheap fur coat.”

That was a lie though. She’d been a ten, fur coat or no, the type of woman you never expect to see outside of a magazine, much less leaning drunkenly into you on a packed dance floor. Of all the sights he’d seen while traveling Europe, all the places he’d been, that night in Greece was where his mind kept returning. He could still feel the softness of her body against his and see the delicate goose pimples raised on the slope of her forearms as they waited for a taxi.
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Commission – Strange Dreams by Blankage and The Regressed

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The car thudded onto the gravel road, and Mike’s mom inhaled sharply.

“Easy!” she said. “You’re not driving your ATV.”

Mike was quite aware that he wasn’t driving his ATV, thanks, but he said nothing. Since he’d gotten his learner’s permit, his mom had been pretty hesitant to let him drive, and pissing her off didn’t seem likely to help his plight. So he just sighed and squinted at the light of the setting sun as it filtered through the thick greenery that enveloped the road.

“How much farther?” Mike’s little sister Kinsey asked from the back seat. She’d slept for a good portion of the six hour drive, but now she was awake and restless.

“Almost there!” Mike’s mom said. “Doesn’t this look beautiful?”

The only answer to her question was the sound of the car bumping along the road, raising a giant cloud of dust behind it. Mike regarded the lush plants that blurred by them, and he thought they looked green. He wasn’t sure why that automatically made them beautiful or whatever. Heading out to a ranch in Nowhere, Tennessee hadn’t been his idea of a great spring vacation, but his sister and mother had both disagreed. That was two votes against one as his little sister had annoyingly informed him. Now, easily swinging the car into a gravel parking lot, he wished he was anywhere else.
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Commission – The Worst Halloween Ever by Blankage

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Halloween was Oliver’s favorite time of the year. He loved wearing a costume and staying up late. He loved Jack-o’-lanterns and haunted houses. But most of all, he loved candy.

He and his best friend Natalie both dressed up as characters from the movie Frozen and headed out on their usual route around the neighborhood. At thirteen, they were both getting a little old for trick-or-treating, but tons of free candy was too good to pass up. Their respective moms tagged along, alternately chatting with each other and looking at their cell phones.

By eight o’clock, Oliver’s bag was already almost full. The haul was good tonight, and it only seemed to be getting better. Maybe that’s why Oliver insisted that they visit the scary house at the end of the block.

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