Peeking My Head OutI also realized the other day that I wrote my first story, "Fear", ten years ago. Wow.
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CCF 3: Revenge of the Bon BonCharlie's Chocolate Factory 3: Revenge of The Bon BonCCF 3: Revenge of the Bon Bon
"What's so bloody important that...," Veruca Salt stopped when she saw the persperating Charlie leaned against the wall. Charlie for his part, just shot her his most disarming smile, which he knew damned well wouldn't get him anywhere.
"Veruca, darling. I'm afriad we've got a potential mess behind this door," he said casually pointing at said door.
Veruca jabbed a finger in his chest. "I've told you to get rid of that Crystal. I've overlooked your little hobby, but she's monopolized far too much of your time, as of late. Just stick that collosal bitc
by ~TheReplacement
CCF II: FDA ApprovalCharlie's Factory Part 2: FDA Approval byCCF II: FDA Approval
The Replacement
She had arrived earlier that evening, and Charlie was just a bit annoyed. Ever since old Willy had opened the damned factory up to the original five, the four who had gotten more then they bargained for had made a big stink to the press. Despite the long comprehensive testament to legal coverage each had signed, the government had decided to meddle with him every couple of years.
Fortunately though, this one was at least nice to look at. She was tall, with such gorgeous long legs, a stupen
by ~TheReplacement
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Alas Poor VerucaChapter 29: The Other Children Go HomeAlas Poor Veruca
“We must go down and take a look at our little friends before we do anything else,” said Mr. Wonka. He pressed a different button, and the elevator dropped lower, and soon it was hovering just above the entrance gates to the factory.
Looking down now, Charlie could see the children and their parents standing in a little group just inside the gates. “I can only see three,” he said.
by ~biff97
ChelseaChelsea Short inflation story, no like, no read! a_nother2002Chelsea
Chelsea was bored. No-one was going to pick her up for two hours, She glanced in her full length mirror and viewed herself "2 hours picking this out and they are going to be late?" she moaned. She was wearing her dark brown hair short to just above her shoulders. Leaning back on her desk she smiles at her short tartan skirt and strappy white top, so close it looked like a slip or night shirt, accentuating her breasts, she pouted and stuck out a hip for effect. "Not bad" she muttered, as her hand bumped into something on her desk. "What? gum? I
by ~Markus2002
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