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A Division in Parts by MidnightZingaro, literature
Literature
A Division in Parts
A Division in Parts
A Division in Parts
by Vaughan
Sandra had been Keith the illusionist's assistant for several
years now. Keith thought he was very lucky to have Sandra because
she was pretty, had a pleasant out-going personality that came
across on stage, and was exceptionally flexible. They enjoyed
each others company and the work of practicing and performing
suited their temperaments.
The stage show they did together used a very modern theme, but
underneath the futuristic glittery paint work, the heavy use of
lasers and the showmanship, the show was just the usual illusions
performed by the usual mundane methods. Their show w
Flattens and Folds at the Mail Department (Part 1) by burgerandfly, literature
Literature
Flattens and Folds at the Mail Department (Part 1)
“So I got home, right, but I couldn’t find my keys.” “You probably left them inside on purpose.” “I wish. Anyways, the door was locked, and I was like, how am I gonna get inside?” “But then I thought, hey!” Andrea pinched below both her cheeks, pulling the length of skin outward by a foot. Her lower jaw now made a flat square shape. “Like, duh, right?” Tamara made a “half-smile, half-wince” expression. “I’m very much aware, yeah.” With a snap, Andrea let go, and her face looked normal again. “So I laid down on the ground, and got right up against the crack under the door. And this is what I did!” Andrea recreated the motions she’d done the day prior. “I shoved my arms under the door, and I grabbed the other side.” Andrea stuck her arms out with her hands pointed to the sky. “Then I pushed my arms through, and then my head, and little by little, I got inside my house!” Tamara nodded. “Interesting.” “Yeah, and my head bumped into this piece of paper on the ground. Then I tried to
How Did I End Up in This Box by MidnightZingaro, literature
Literature
How Did I End Up in This Box
How Did I End Up in This Box?
By Vaughan
How did I end up in this box? I don’t know.
Well, that’s not entirely true; I know exactly what lead up to me being in this box, except I do not know how I got into the box.
You seem puzzled. Let me explain what I know.
It all began when I read an ad in the local paper. It read:-
Magician seeks female “audience volunteer” for magic act.
Must be outgoing (probably actress, perhaps exhibitionist), able to keep a secret and available to perform on 1st September, no rehearsals required, standard rates and expenses paid.
Initial contact by email, please attach picture.
I wa
Lady Gets Stuck in an Astronaut Food's Tube by Evertondanilo, literature
Literature
Lady Gets Stuck in an Astronaut Food's Tube
Another Woody Woodpecker cartoon had just come to end. In this one, he had moved into a rocket station, and after many back and forth attempts to get rid of the wiseguy who tried to kick him out, he managed to blast the colonel off to the endless outer space. Now that things finally got peaceful for him, he made himself some dinner with "astronaut food", which came packed in tubes that could be easily mistaken as toothpaste material, had one not know where these came from. And in one of these labeled "Instant Banquet", all he needed to do was to squeeze it lightly, and then a table for two was made-ready. But even if he would definitely fill himself on all the remaining eatery avaiable on those tubes, it just wouldn't feel right for him to sit alone on a table meant to be shared by two people. Luckily, for his convenience, these astronauts sure knew how to spend their time well... when he found another tube, he was slightly surprised at what it contained: "Table Companion". Woody
Squash and Steal - Chapter 3: The Merc by ConnTron, literature
Literature
Squash and Steal - Chapter 3: The Merc
"If I were a hostage, where would I be," Anna asked herself as she tiptoed down the hallway.
The left side to be exact, as she was nearly sure the mercs and their slick haired leader and gone to the right. Anna assumed she was correct. Lucky for her, she encountered nobody as she made her way down the hallway. She peeked in doors and looked through the keyholes of rooms with the hope of maybe spotting the fellow she was looking for. The hallway was dark, but not too dark. The walls were old and grey with the occasional torn poster hanging about. Mostly about being safe around the linen machines. Anna had learned safety the hard way just mome
Headbox Gallery 5 by MidnightZingaro, literature
Literature
Headbox Gallery 5
Headbox Gallery 5
Oh, so now you’re curious about why in some instances there would be two people waiting in some cubicles. Yes, usually a head box only works on one head at a time there are three that require two participants; these I generally avoid, because your experience of the magic not only depends on Ian doing the magic, but on your performance partner and how they are, too.
Of the dual participant items the one I have most experience of is the scalp swap boxes. Yes, it does exactly what it says. My preparation for this is to do my hair in a French braid, unless the other person has a French braid already, in which case I put
Double Trouble part 1 by Curious4ever, literature
Literature
Double Trouble part 1
Double Trouble
By Curious4ever
Part 1
My name is David Parker and up until recently my life had been just like any other average sixth grader. Nothing strange or unexpected ever happened to me but that all changed the day I found a most unusual medallion on my way to school.
I attend Deerfield Middle School with my friends Billy, Toby and Mark and since I only live about three blocks from there I can usually walk to school in less than five minutes. One Friday morning I was about a block away from school when I spotted a silver medallion lying on the sidewalk. Bending down to pick it up I noticed that it was very old. On
The A-mishaps : Episode 1 (part 1) by CrazyThief, literature
Literature
The A-mishaps : Episode 1 (part 1)
Anna loved that sort of day. Nothing to do except relax. She took her time to get out of her bed, and directly went to the bathroom. After a good shower, she started to put some clothes on. As always, she was wearing her white sleeveless shirt, her blue denim shorts and her black flats. When she was ready, she went to the living room.
“Amy ? Where are you ?” she said.
Amy was Anna’s girlfriend. She’s used to wake up earlier than Anna. She was very kind, but sometimes a bit naive.
“I’m here !” a voice replied. It was coming from the laundry room. Anna walked toward that direction, when she was welcomed
Squash and Steal - Chapter 4: The Squeeze by ConnTron, literature
Literature
Squash and Steal - Chapter 4: The Squeeze
"This ain't good," Anna said to herself nervously.
She was still tugging at her arms hard, trying to pull them loose after they got pinned under the elevator piston. Worst of all, the elevator was rising up towards the ceiling of the shaft fast and she was on top of it. She pulled and pulled, but all she accomplished was stretching her arms out a little. Her hands were flattened tight under the piston and there was nothing she could do about it. With the ceiling quickly approaching, she was about to become a lot more thinner than she’d ever been. Anna pressed against the piston with both her feet and twisted around, curling her body. H
PolyBelle: Prologue by DezzieArts, literature
Literature
PolyBelle: Prologue
A slender glob of fleshtone seeped between the slats of a vent notched in the ceiling. Searching it scanned the laundry room, confirming the space was unoccupied. Spotting no witnesses the shapeshifter oozed inside, drooping from the vent like thick honey. Dangling for a few seconds the viscous fluid plummeted, plopping against the tiled floor in a gooey splash. Collecting itself the resulting blob worked—roiling, twisting, expanding. A tentacle emerged from the malleable mass followed shortly by a second. Continuing to enlarge the shapeshifter rose taller, surpassing the height of the nearby washer and dryer. Its base goopily splintered into a pair to stocky legs. In a matter of seconds the blob ballooned into a rough approximation of a gelatinous humanoid. Rippling the ductile dough sculpted into an athletic female, her figure featureless as if covered in a body-hugging fleshtone morphsuit that completely concealed her identity. From the other side of the closed door a woman’s
