Misterdoe's Fiction

As the elevator door closed, I saw this building had one of those weird floor “numbering” systems I’d seen in a few places. They were actually lettered. The button for floor “C”, presumably the third floor, was pressed.
When we got there, again, someone was waiting for the elevator as we got off. Just like the [...]

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I guess the clothes, or their unseen wearer, decided my lean didn’t bring me close enough, because the whole outfit leaned a little towards me, until the front of the tube top was pressing against my chest. And yes, there was just the right amount of resistance when the top pressed against me, even though [...]

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“I don’t know what– I don’t know how you do this, but you are strong,” I said. Apparently my new friend had decided to show me just how strong, because right then the floating box floated to a position next to the jeans that had been beneath it, and lowered almost to the floor, as [...]

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Thinking about old TV shows almost made me walk into a parking meter from not watching where I or my subject was going. The box creature walked about a block in the direction the bus was going, then rounded a corner. I ran to avoid losing it, but didn’t want to be too obvious about [...]

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To blatantly rip off a much better known writer, “This may have really happened; I’m not sure. But I do know that if it did in fact happen, it didn’t happen to me.”
The way I remember it, I was riding in the last seat on a public bus and this passenger got on. It was, [...]

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