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  • Jekyll, Hyde, and Pride by CtnpKDODO
    CtnpKDODO
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    A retelling of the classic story by Robert Louis Stevenson set in the late 1960s, along with a few other changes. Mr. Utterson has an issue weighing heavily on his mind. That issue being the will of one Dr. Jekyll. The will is an abomination, a legal nightmare, and Utterson hates it will all his heart. As. Dr. Jekyll is his life-long friend and client, he is bound to honor it. But his investigations into the will's recipient, Mr. Edward Hyde, lead him to discover dark secrets beyond his wildest dreams. Aided by Mr. Richard Einsfield and Miss Rebecca Carew, can Mr. Utterson get his dear friend out of this mess? ********************************************************** I wrote this for a school project and to celebrate getting a perfect score I'm posting it here, and adding another part and an epilogue. Please, ignore the shitty cover art, I know it sucks. And yes, I wrote this while listening to the musical's cast recording, I am a nerd.
  • Jacob and Julia Were Here by DamienRemington
    DamienRemington
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    A gift for two great people on the internet! A dramatic recounting of their time solving puzzles and occasionally dying. Enjoy!
  • The Lemonade Stand by lee_avemealone
    lee_avemealone
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    It was a Tuesday when the duck first appeared. Cliff adjusted his apron and tried not to sweat through his collar. This summer had already broken records. But Cliff was a professional. He didn't complain. He didn't expect customers this early. He just liked being out. The quiet hum of suburbia waking up, the hum of the fridge behind him, the cicadas just beginning their ceaseless sermon-he liked it all. Predictable. Comforting. Until he heard the soft slap-slap-slap of webbed feet. Cliff blinked. There it was. A duck. Bright yellow, almost too clean for a bird that waddled straight out of nowhere. Beady black eyes. Orange bill. It stopped in front of the stand, looked up, and spoke. "Got any grapes?" Cliff stared. "No," he said slowly. "This is a lemonade stand. Want some lemonade?" The duck blinked. Then, without a word, turned around and waddled away. {Disclaimer: This story was generated by ChatGPT}