Fat Chance
...And as second-generation immigrants themselves, not even especially religious ones, they understood enough English to know just how her name could always be used as a stick to beat her with. Especially as it just happened to be true that she was fat. Fatima hated being fat. She hated the word. If only she could ever think of herself as plump. Or tubby. Or stout. Or generously built. But Fatima knew that such words were just euphemisms for the same thing, Fat. Gross. Obese. She studied...
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...And as second-generation immigrants themselves, not even especially religious ones, they understood enough English to know just how her name could always be used as a stick to beat her with. Especially as it just happened to be true that she was fat. Fatima hated being fat. She hated the word. If only she could ever think of herself as plump. Or tubby. Or stout. Or generously built. But Fatima knew that such words were just euphemisms for the same thing, Fat. Gross. Obese. She studied...
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...gave it a good squeeze. She smiled and said "Plenty of time for that later stud." The dance was odd Ethan realized. He knew he was an athlete and in theory deserved a hot girl, but the rest of the guys were nerds or dweebs. Most were either fat or scrawny and none of them had muscle. As the night was going on the girls got to talking and at the end of the night he and Bonnie were crowned King and Queen of the dance. After that is when it really went wrong. "Stud, I want you. I...
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...don't like the themes, they're all tagged so if you don't like them don't read the story. And if you do like it, don't hesitate to give it a +1. All comments, suggestions and constructive criticism welcome.* Innocence Enslaved chapter 1: That fateful night Emily woke slowly. Her eyelids felt heavy, she was cold, and the room was brighter than usual. She was uncomfortable, the surface beneath her hard and unyielding... had she fallen out of bed? Still drowsy, she blinked a few times...
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My name is Abigail, and in Part One of my story I explained how my husband Ed and I were thirty years old and owned a farm. We were in financial trouble due to a bad year for our crops. An old friend of my stepfather Franklin and our family, named Big Jim, was a major political player in the county, and he had been trying to get Ed to run for State Representative. His stepdaughter Kimberly and I were good friends in high school too. When Jim found out that we needed help and that I was also...
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