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Married to Love - Nothing is Left“I wish… I could go to a time…” She softly bit down on her lower lip, and her tongue slid against it, filling the brittle craters with saliva. Her voice was hoarse and her knees throbbed. For days she had been progressing through this forestry conflagration, taking step after step in the same direction, hoping that it would soon end. But it seemed no matter how long she treaded, the only sign that mankind had ever even existed was this highway – as cracked and withering as her lips.
Maybe if she stayed along this relic of man, someone would find her. Someone doing the same would stumble upon her… Someone noble. Someone sweet. And they would rendezvous away from this place, from these trees, from these bugs, from this wet, sordid heat, and she would… she could…
She stopped walking. She looked down at her toes, like the road, like her lips, cracked, blistered, bleeding; and she thought: What if no one was left? What if they had all the
ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Force FeedingIt was early morning. The last tray of food was placed on the table. Amy's ruby lips formed a small arch of excitement. After all of the money, time and effort she had managed to construct a banquet large enough. Before her were three tables, piled high with assorted goodies. Cakes, biscuits, pastries, sweets. Enough confectionary to kill, she thought, but she had no intention of dying. This thin woman wanted to eat, and the urge was so powerful that she had to leave the room simply to avoid surging into one of the gorge mountains. Now in the kitchen, she returned to the open book on the side counter. It was a telephone directory, open at a section entitled "Plumbing Services." She took out her phone and dialled.
Mark's whistle was shrill and tuneless. He was not whistling because he had a catchy tune stapled to his mind. He was not whistling because he enjoyed it. He was whistling because the street was gravely silent, and silence scared him. There was but one house, and it was choked
Morgan (Redone) Part 1(XWG, SSBBW, overeating)
(This story is based on a work over at the Dimensions forums that was not only abandoned, but which had serious flaws to begin with. I know it's often arrogant to say "I could write better than this," but this is a case where I felt it was plainly obvious. So, I've redone the story in my own vision. I also have an idea for Part 2 where things really get out of control, which I'll probably post only here because the Dimensions forums don't usually get that kind of stuff. Hopefully it won't take long before I write and post Part 2, but feel free to bug me if a month goes by and there's nothing.)
“What, there won’t even be any cake?” Morgan asked incredulously.
“No. Especially not a cake,” her mother answered calmly, folding laundry “You’re turning 18 tomorrow, so I can’t control what you eat, but I won’t let you stuff yourself. If having a cake is that important, you can buy your own.”
“But I d
One Last Diaper " if you care for me like you say you do, then you'll meet me at Julien's " That was the last message Janine left on Lavinia's cell phone. It was the last of many such messages that Janine had left, none of which had yet been answered. As Janine walked nervously in the cold city streets, she wondered whether or not Lavinia would bother to listen to her this time.
Janine had been engaged for more than a year to her wonderful boyfriend, Jerome. At least, she thought he was wonderful; he had a chronic case of lateness, no matter what the function, and he absolutely hated romantic comedies (they were all the same, he complained). On the other hand, he shared Janine's unnatural affinity for hummus, and he wasn't at all averse to snuggling on the couch in front of the TV, no matter what movie was on. One night he called Janine and said he would walk her home from work, and as they stopped in front of a caf
The GallonTitle: The Gallon
Fandom: Tiger & Bunny
Characters/Pairings: Kotetsu (Wild Tiger)
Warnings: belches and hiccuping
Summary: There's a gallon of milk obstructing the space in Kotetsu's fridge and to get rid of it, Kotetsu decides to drink it all.
Kotetsu had just come back from shopping. When he opened the door of his fridge his eyes immediately fell on a large gallon container of milk. How could they not? After all, the thing was taking up all of the top shelf, lying on its side. It had been planned that Kaede would be visiting for the weekend and Kotetsu hadn't wanted to have to run out to get milk every morning because they'd used it all up too quickly. So he'd tried to find a larger than usual quantity. However, all he could find was the usual small ones and the really large gallon containers which the parents of large families with four or five kids tended to buy. Kotetsu didn't usually need that much milk, but i
Mythbusters - Kari's Growth SerumMythBusters: Growth Serum
By Katrina Zwicker
Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Brwaaap! Her alarm went off. With a mutter Kari rolled over and smacked it into silence. The first bleary thought that went through her mind was "Time to kick some ass!"
Staggering out of bed she stopped halfway to the bathroom, suddenly remembering what today was! They were starting filming for the growth serum episode! A shudder of pleasure and anticipation wrecked her body and she was instantly awake and ready for the day. She'd been looking forward to this for weeks now.
The Feminox Vitamins had been out for a while now and the results some women were enjoying were nothing short of amazing! Problem was that only a fraction of the world's women were affected by the vitamins in the way they were supposed to be affected. It turned out that only 1 in 100 million women enjoyed exploding with unheard of levels of muscular
Maura Part 1
This story features obscene levels of weight gain. If that's not your thing, just move along. There's plenty of stuff elsewhere on the Internet to appeal to you.
I don't really believe telling my story will do any good, not when my only option is to throw it out into the morass of ephemera and would-be memes that is the Internet. Then again, the Internet isn't what it used to be, is it? Maybe I'm just writing this to ease my conscience. I feel like I have a lot to answer for, even if part of me rationalizes that my only fault was one bad decision made in a moment of frustration and little sleep.
Let's start at the beginning, because that's where things usually start. They're too afraid to start at the end because they don't want to die young. Excuse me. I haven't slept much the past few months.
It was in Des Moines. I grew up in rural Iowa, bottom of the middle class. Family wasn't rich enough to send me to a big-name college and my grades weren't good enough to get a sc
Secret Sauce 1WARNING: This story will contain scenes of overeating and massive amounts of weight gain. If that's not your thing, bow out now.
Deerglen was an upscale suburb of Star City, built during the tech-boom of the 90's but with more taste and discretion than the tumors of McMansions that appeared throughout Silicon Valley. A planned community, it was intended to be at one with nature, with the houses colored in Earth tones to blend into the oaks that grew there and the yards front and back spacious and devoid of fences.
But for Jill Crowe the houses could have been bright pink with yellow polka-dots, and the yards covered in coals that burned 24/7, and she would still be ecstatic. At only 26 the legal wunderkind had just made partner at Eggerton and Associates, the most prestigious law firm in the city. A massive bump in salary and a congratulatory bonus allowed her to not only pay off the last of her student loans but move up out of her month-by-month rent, ramen three times a week life.
Thief!Denmark x Police!Reader - Unexpected Truth
Mathias Køhler. Supposedly in his twenties and known for his work as a thief. He is marked as a wanted man and my first target as a new policeman. I had joined the force a while back and had just finished my training. I was then moved to as a new recruit and had come face-to-face with my first job. Scanning the thief's profile one more time with a quick glare, I turned it back over to my boss.
"So why me, sir?" I asked a bit bluntly as I twiddled my fingers nervously behind my back. Hey, it was my first time doing this, I should be nervous.
"Well seeing on how you're one of our new recruits, I had given you this mission since it would be not as challenging to handle. As you saw in his files, the man has done hardly any harm to the public and has only been pick pocketing behind their backs. A simple job for a rookie like you to catch him red-handed." My boss had explained as he was cleaning his glasses.
"How will I be able to approach him without him slipping away? I'm sure
In Her Element I woke up one morning feeling more miserable than I had felt in a long time. My wife was not beside me, else I would have felt her soft touch on my hips. I knew exactly where she was, and, quite frankly, was happy that she wasn't lying with me. Having spent the past few weeks living as a servant to three different women; my boss, wife and mother, I needed isolation more than anything else. I got out of bed, stretching and yawning as my skin absorbed some of the morning sunlight that filtered through the curtains. Slipping into a pair of jeans, I left the bedroom and sauntered down the staircase. Everything in our house was precisely how it should have been, not a single object looking dirty or out of place. Such accomplishment owed to the meticulous nature of our housemaid, who (I gathered, by looking at the clock) would be arriving fairly soon.
I opened the door leading onto our patio, a large platform around rich sprawled our monstrously larg