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Down at the Flipside GrillAna swore the restaurant was top notch, so that's the only reason I went. Honest. I just wanted to know if all the rumors were true. You can sit there and speculate all you want, Reader, but when everyone you know tells you that the "Flipside Grill" will "change your life," you'd have to be a fool not to check it out. And alright, maybe not everyone I know told me about the Grill, but those who did would not shut up about it. It's not often that an exciting novelty pops up in my tiny New English town, so you can keep your comments to yourself when I say I was more than a little excited to check the place out.
Who am I, exactly? I guess I can give you a quick answer to that before we continue the story. My name's Trevor. I'm a college freshman, I'm single, and I'm (according to Ana) way too stressed out. Our trip to the Flipside Grill was meant to be a last hurrah before finals because Ana knew that as soon as Monday arrived, all I'd have time for was textbooks.
We drove Ana's car off c
Andrea's Roommate (Chapter 15)Andrea was lazily napping away her entire Sunday, her body still exhausted from the previous day’s workout. In her mind, it was a day of rest, so it was okay for her to take a day off… Plus, weren’t workouts like, something you had to slide into? You can’t just go full force after years of not working out on a regular schedule, right? While Andrea’s reasoning was… Less than flawless, it was reason enough for her to spend the whole day attached the couch, slipping in and out of lethargic bliss. That is, until her roommate got home.
With the delicateness of a stampeding rhino, Kate busted open the door, shocking Andrea fully awake for the first time since she had retired to the couch. “Yo, I brought pizza.” Kate said lazily as she shambled into the room. It was almost 9 PM and poor Kate was completely wiped. Nothing sounded better than going to her room and falling asleep, especially since t
Morgan (Redone) Part 2(XWG, SSBBW)
(Part 2! There will be a part three (it's already done). Not a lot of focus on gaining or eating here, sorry if you're disappointed.)
March came in like a lamb, a gentle warmth rolling in and melting what little snow remained from a mild winter, and Morgan entered it at 470 pounds. A living, breathing symbol of appetite, she was awakened by her hunger every morning and she could only go to sleep at night when she had stuffed her belly as tight as she could manage. Her body played by its own rules, hitting her with pangs of hunger not when her stomach had been emptied too long, but whenever there was room at all in it.
Fortunately for Morgan she had embraced the glutton’s life, and the feelings of hunger were less a demanding impetus to eat something, anything than a gentle nudge that if she wanted to grab another tasty treat, by all means.
Yet food was not all there was to Morgan’s new life. It was simply the focal point, the thing everything else was coming to
Big Burger SpecialBig Burger Special
Sam had left the music festival about an hour ago and was barreling down the empty highway, going about 85. The headlights of his car illuminated most of the dark but straight pavement before him, trees hugging both sides of the road tightly, stars twinkling just above the tallest branches. He still had about an hour still before he got home, but time didn’t matter to him. The electronic music festival that Sam had left behind was one of the most mind-blowing and fun adventures he had ever gone on, and he was so happy that he could spend his 22nd birthday there. It took up a football field-sized clearing in the middle of the woods with five alternating stages hosting too many DJs to count, spanning a four day weekend. It was a raver’s paradise, even for an inexperienced, casual listener like Sam, and he had made many new friends
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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