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The sirens pierced a normally quiet night. It wasn't often you'd hear them, since they'd attract attention to the area, but this was a special occasion. There was a containment breach. That's about all they said, but combine that with the sirens and you had to figure it was something pretty big. There were a lot of black vans that showed up, not a bit of marked police presence this night. Enough money had found its way into the right pockets that the end of the world could be coming and everyone would still turn their head. On a night like this one, that money was well worth it. About a good 30 miles away and nowhere near the sound of the s

Figuring out what to watch is always a hard decision. Nobody can ever agree on what to watch and eventually you think you're going to put something on and not everyone is into it, so they kind of do their own thing. Cynthia figured it was time for a little quiet time outside. The area wasn't exactly remote—there were homes nearby. Problem is once the recession hit years ago, those homes went vacant when people couldn't afford them. Very few of them have homeowners, and if anyone lives there, it's someone like the women in this house—first home, not a lot of expectations, turning it into an investment, that sort of thing. It was

It was then that Holly came back into the room. "Where the hell were you?" Angelica asked, though judging by the phone in her hand, it was another marathon session on the toilet. One of those ones where you kinda have to go, but you really just want to get away from the people around you for a minute. Holly was famous for these. However, when Holly typically got out, her roommates weren't slowly turning into caricatures of the human form. "I was in the ... what the fuck? I wasn't in there THAT long," she said, noticing her roommates' appearances. "How are you still ... you?" Jane asked. Puzzled by that question and what had happened, Hol

It was the scream that shook the neighborhood. Had anyone else missed the sound of the front of a house collapsing, surely that scream would be enough to get people to come out and take notice. The woman had turned back and seen what had happened and a tear rolled down her cheek. Part of it was pride in seeing what her years of work had produced—a massive, if overly bosomed, being who exceeded all of her expectations. Not even the many rounds of testing she had done on herself produced anything near this. There was clearly something special about that formula she had used in that particular round of gas. Or perhaps it was the girl hers

She had a black eye from the ricochet. Might not have been a good idea to try to look in the mirror while it was happening. She was thrilled with the results of her new treatment, but she really liked that shirt. And that button. And being able to see out of her left eye. But now she knew that she could walk up to any guy she wanted and they wouldn't be staring at her black eye anymore.

All she could think of was how long it had been since she had dusted her ceiling. To be honest she'd never really gotten this close of a look at it because she was so short. Sure what happened was a little bit uncomfortable and was playing hell on her clothes, but hey, she didn't need a ladder. She thought all that would happen if she sucked on the balloon was a little rise in the pitch of her voice. She hadn't counted on the reaction that's made her a big, striped balloon herself. She was just thankful she wore sweats instead of jeans otherwise she might have   been in it deep. But her ceiling was really dusty and the only thing that matte