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My Dark Side"Bye Tiara." My "friend" said.
"Bye." I said. It was Friday and we just left school. I walked to my house, opened the door, and went inside. When I sat my bag on the floor, I started to cry.
"I hate those people!" I said. I sat on the couch in front of my laptop. I was going to turn it on, but stopped.
"What's the point? They'll just make me feel worse." I sighed. I lay down and soon I fell asleep.
I woke up to find myself in a forest.
"Where am I?" I looked around.
"Wait...I know this place. Isn't this the Frightend Woods?"
"Yes." I heard a voice say. I turned around to see a girl. She kinda looked like me, but she had horns and dragon wings. She kinda looks like those Termenian/Human/Dragon hybrids I made.
"W-Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm you." She replied.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're really stupid. I'm your dark side." She said.
"...What?" She sighed.
"I'm you, but more confident." She said.
Online SADI remember the first times I had panic attacks. The things that were said on my stories on fanfiction. They were small panic attacks. This was before I knew I had anxiety. Sometimes when I read them I wanted to give up.
I had another panic attack there too. This girl thought I stole her characters. Luddy was a girl back then and was named Melodie. Cadenza was named Harmony. She thought I stole them because they were Ludwig's twin daughters, and she made twin girls for him with the same names, except Melodie was spelled differently. Jackie's name was originally Jessy and she thought I got it from her user name back then. She started yelling at me in a PM and I changed my characters.
I'm barely on there now and stay here. Even though we settled it, I'm still afraid to talk to her. I had a few small panic attacks here too. They were insults on my art. But the first time I had a panic attack here was when someone made a journal right after I said my opinion about Obama. I had to leave for
My Friends"Hi TJ!" A boy with blonde hair said.
"Hey Peter." TJ smiled.
"How are you?" He asked.
"Annoyed. I'm still getting bullied and people are making my SAD worse and worse every day." She replied.
"That sucks." Peter said.
"Yeah. I wish-"
"TJ?" TJ snapped back to reality and looked at her sister.
"Yes?" She said.
"Are you ok?" Her sister asked.
"Yeah. I was just thinking about something." TJ replied.
"Oh ok." Her sister said and watched TV. TJ sighed, put her head down, and went back to daydreaming.
"Hey Imani." TJ greeted.
"Hiya TJ!" Imani said.
"How are you today?" TJ asked.
"I'm good. You?" Imani said.
"I'm ok." TJ replied. Imani smiled and hugged her. TJ hugged back.
"I love talking to you guys." TJ said.
"It's fun talking to you." Imani smiled.
"I wish everyone else could be nice as you guys." TJ said.
"I'm sure there are some people like me and Peter." Imani replied.
"There's not a lot though." TJ said.
The way we Live ch3"Tamika"
"Tamika, you have to eat something!" Taylor said.
"No! If I eat, I'll only get fatter!" She said.
"You're not fat!" I said.
"Yes I am!" She replied. I wish she would listen to us. Ever since she was little, people have been bullying her and saying she was fat and ugly. Now she has bulimia and won't eat anything.
"I'm already ugly. If I get fatter, guys really won't like me." She said.
"You're not fat." I told her.
"And you're not ugly. You're very pretty." Taylor said.
"Yeah right. And guys like me." Tamika rolled her eyes. I sighed.
"Tamika, you need help." I said.
"No I don't." Tamika replied.
"Yes you do! If you keep doing this, you'll just get worse!" Taylor said.
"If I keep doing this, I'll be skinny and guys will love me." She said. Taylor sighed.
"We really need to get her some help." She told me.
"Yeah." I said.
Megan *preview*Hi. My name is Megan. I'm 20 years old. I lived in New York since I was little. I hate it here.
Ever since I was little, my parents abused me. Well, mostly my dad. I don't know why my mom was even with him. He used to hit us and yell at us. When I was four, my dad raped me.
My mom didn't do anything when she found out. He raped me again when I was eleven. I was raped again when I was walking home from school. When I was 15, I met a guy named Matt. I thought he was different, but I was wrong.
Matt was just like my dad. He abused me and yelled at me too. He raped me and got me pregnant, but I lost the baby. I'm glad I left him. He's in jail now.
But now I'm a prostitute. This is how I'm dealing with being raped my whole life. I don't know why I don't stop. I want to. I wish there was someone that could help me.
Great, I have another customer.
The way we Live ch2"Brown eyes"
My mother died when I was little so I don't remember her that much. But I do remember some things. She had brown hair. Almost as long as mine. I also remember her eyes.
Her eyes were brown like mine. Big brown eyes. They were soft and gentle. Her eyes were bright. I think they had tones of amber too. Her eyes were beautiful.
I remember a time when her and my dad were arguing. I think he was drunk that day. I remember he hit her. The look in her eyes and what he did scared me. My mother's eyes were brown, soft, gentle, and full of love. And fear.
The way we Live ch1"Love has no color"
My aunt Kiara and uncle David have been married for a few years now. They look so cute together. They met when they were in high school and they became friends. Soon they started dating, got married, and had my favorite cousins. They were happy, but they had some problems.
Kids at their school gave them weird looks when they were together. Some people still do. Why? They are an interracial couple. My aunt's black and my uncle's white. One of my uncle's brothers didn't want them dating at first.
They don't care if people stare and say stuff anymore. I don't get what the problem is anyways. People should love whoever they want. No matter what race or gender they are. Love is love.
The New Vocaloid ch2"So who did you already meet?" Victorian asked.
"Hmm. I met Miku first. Then I met Oliver and this other UTAU...I think her name is Namine Ritsu." Blake said.
"You met Ritsu? That's great! I've always wanted to sing with him." Victorian said.
"Him?" Blake asked.
"Yeah. Ritsu's a six year old boy." Victorian replied.
"Six years old?! B-but he has-"
"They're missiles." Victorian said, laughing at his reaction.
"...Are you serious?" He asked.
"Hehe yep. C'mon, I'll introduce you to some of my friends." Victorian said.
They made it to a big house in the middle of the town. Victorian smiled.
"We're here!" She cheered. She opened the door and they went inside.
"Hello? Anyone here?" Victorian yelled. She heard voices coming from another room.
"Let's go in here." She said.
"Alright." Blake said and followed her. When they went inside, they saw four UTAUs playing a game.
"Hey guys!" Victorian greeted.
My phobiaI'm sitting in my room in the dark. Alone. Away from everyone. I'm starting do dislike everyone even more. They always give me panic attacks and hurt me. I wish they would stop.
I don't wanna be around my "friends" anymore. They were fake anyways. They would talk about me behind my back and sometimes I hear them say my name when they talk. The way the one talks to me sometimes only makes me feel bad and they make my anxiety worse. At least one graduated. Now I have to deal with the other for two more years.
I look out the window when I heard people laughing. I looked to see who it was. When I saw who it was, I tried to hold back my tears. It was one of the guys I liked and his girlfriend. I could feel a tear run down my cheek.
I really hate love. It's a stupid emotion. I should've known I'd get my heart broken...again. To make it worse, I still love him. I looked out of the window again.
"Good. They're gone." I sat down, still crying. I remember someone said they fell for their girlfri
~ Unique Human - Izaya Orihara x Reader ~
"Oh, [Name]-chaaan~" The raven-haired informant's voice rang throughout the large room. No answer. A small grin appeared on your face as you heard him get up from his chair and approach the sofa you were currently occupying. Stopping directly in front of you, a pair of crimson eyes bore down at you.
"Hello Izaya-kuuun~" You finally answered, mocking him in a sing-song voice.
"Where is it?"
"What on Earth could you be referring to, Izaya-kun?" You asked, trying to hide a smile from your boyfriend's obviously irritated state.
"My cell phone, [Name]-chan. Where did you put it this time?"
From the very first moment you met him, Izaya took every possible opportunity he had to annoy or tease you in one way or another.
After a month or so of his relentless tactics, you decided to start giving him a taste of his own medicine by getting a certain angry, street sign wielding ex-bartender to catch the informant off-guard.
Claiming you were an 'exceptionally interesting human', you slowly d
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 1Marisa hesitated, anxious suddenly, before opening the doors. She looked down at the keys in her hand, trying to get past this nervousness, playfully pinching the meat of her fat, flabby belly with the other. She shouldn't be so nervous, she knew this club perfectly, she'd worked here for a good six months, this should be easy.
Only, it wasn't, because what was behind that door was new. It was hers now, and she had plans.
For a second, she just stood there, nervous, but all of those concerns flew away only seconds after opening the door. She just looked, wide-eyed, and excited now. It was better than she'd imagined. Not finished yet, though, it just didn't seem quite done, she couldn't tell why. Eh, she'd figure it out later. She called back out the door, "Come on in here, Gwen, check it out!"
A few seconds later, Gwen came in, bigger than ever, looking positively massive as she playfully dragged the giggling mass of the helpless, struggling former manager of Porker's, Jo
Cheryl's Night ClubbingCheryl smiled when she accepted her third drink, a long island iced tea, her favorite, from a lusty young man passing her by, but winced when she sat back down, accutely aware of how close these shorts were coming to non-existance.
Her rump, overfed and under-worked, fattened up through a consistent theme of overindulgence and relaxation, was terrorizing the seams of these soft, fabric boyshort panties she let masquerade as club attire. She could feel her overfed stomach, fat and well-tended, pressing in front of her, sagging down just a bit more than she was okay with.
She clutched the drink to her chest tightly, pressing it between the plump, generous globes of her chest, resting the bottom of the glass on the convenient swell of her soft stomach, shivering a bit as the cold, icy glass came in contact with the exposed area of her cleavage. She set her back against the wall behind the bench, sliding down, slowly, praying the stitches would stay together, until she felt her cheeks maki
Good Ol' Days - TGThings were getting rather tough for Nick Kellins. At the ripe old age of 49, the big fifty was looming over his head. A bad construction injury left him rather immobile and confined to a wheelchair. His four kids had all but abandoned him due to the constant attention he needed; at least that’s what he told himself to ease the pain. Nick’s once thick blonde hair had faded to a dull gray, mostly from stress and the meds he was taking to help with said stress.
He let out a cough as he wheeled himself over to the dining room table which had the mornings newspaper sprawled over it. The old college he had attended was celebrating their recent football championship win and was headlining the news.
“What I wouldn’t do to go back in time and do it all over again…” he sighed while reading over the article.
Nick kept reading while sipping at his mug of fresh brewed coffee. The more he read into the article the more he wished he could be there-- as one of the
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 4And so the girls went, in a slightly different order than they were announced.
Lexi went first, her routine little changed from her older one, Aerosmith blaring, her fat, fleshy body writhing, flab jiggling in time to the sounds of guitar, more gymnastically at the beginning of her set, less so as the songs played on. It was getting difficult by the end, and the reason was clear, it was because of those little pauses she'd take every few seconds, grabbing food from the conveyor belt, working it into her act as smoothly as she could, eating more and more, and letting her fullness be seen by everyone, her belly proudly bulging forward, her hands rubbing across it, massaging it, looking for relief, and finding a bit as she made herself belch, audible even over Steven Tyler's wailing. There was no pause in the act there, she reached immediately to the conveyor belt, looking to fill what space the air had just vacated, cramming a cookie into the space between her breasts, leaning her head c
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 2The girls spent an extra forty minutes in The Cheesecake Factory before they were recovered enough to get back to Marisa's car, both of them groaning in unison as they collapsed backwards into Marisa's Mini Cooper, their combined weight lowering the car dramatically.
They spent the next fifteen minutes scrambling around, trying to find some measure of comfort in the hopelessly cramped space, and failing miserably. Marisa was fine, the car had been altered to fit her, but Gwen was struggling, her thunderous thighs spreading wide under the pressure of her almost perfectly spherical stomach and proud, heavy bosom, too wide for the passenger's seat. She didn't seem able to accept this fact, though, trying everything she could to get the door closed, with all of her massive, fleshy rump contained within the car, repeatedly trying to pull it closed, until Marisa spoke up, “Hey... Gwen? Yeaaaaaaah, maybe you should just get in the back seat?”
Gwen tried a few more times, wincing i
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 7Marisa didn't sleep well that night.
She tossed and turned all night, trying to settle her mind, to make all the little pieces fit nicely next to each other, but it didn't seem to happen. She was angry, at John, at Miracle, at herself for letting her emotions get the better of her. She couldn't sleep, not restfully, at least.
Nine thirty rolled around, and she was where she was supposed to be, in her office, ready for Miracle to walk in, but she looked rough. Her hair and make-up were askew, her outfit wasn't co-ordinated the way it usually was. She looked less like a domineering matriarch, and more like a stressed secretary, four years deep into a fast food binge.
And this was what Miracle saw when she came in, sitting on the other side of the desk, her eyes wide in terror as a fat, serious-looking woman stared back at her.
Miracle reflexively shrank back, "I-I'm sorry..."
Marisa shook her head, "It's not important. So. What happened to you yesterday?"
"I-I panicked." M
Porker's Pig-Out Palace pt. 5Two months after that fantastic opening night, all good feelings Marisa had ever had about where she was going with Porker's had officially evaporated.
She rolled over in bed, slapping her alarm clock as she did so. She didn't want to go to work, she just didn't. Work meant not knowing what to do, or how to talk about it, even. Gwen knew the situation, that conversation happened yesterday.
She rolled over in her covers, remembering back to how that had gone...
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
It was 10 AM, the restaurant didn't open for another hour and a half, and Gwen had come bursting into her office, wanting to know about... something.
She couldn't remember why Gwen had come in, and Gwen hadn't either, forgetting the instant she'd seen her friend looking a mess, all disheveled and half asleep on a desk scattered with papers.
Gwen had been worried, “'Rissa? Are you... okay? Did you sleep here?”
She'd woken up, but she was a long way from alert, mumbling as Gwen moved towards her, waddl
You are Perfect ch11"Megan, please eat." Brittney said.
"No." Megan said.
"You have to eat."
"I'm gonna get fat." Megan replied.
"No you're not." Brittney said.
"Yes I am!"
"Please eat." Brittney said as she handed her the plate.
"Fine." Megan said and began to eat.
When Megan was finished, she went to the bathroom while no one was around and made herself throw up again. She wiped her mouth and washed her hands. When she was finished, she turned around to see Michael.
"Crap! I should've locked the door." Megan thought.
"What do you want?" Megan asked, backing away.
"We need to talk." Michael said.
"About what?" She asked.
"You need to stop this." Michael said.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about. You need to start eating again." Michael replied.
"Look at me Michael! I'm fat! If you guys make me eat you're gonna make me even fatter!" Megan screamed. Micahel grabbed her and took
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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