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The American Obesity Problem

I have no face. There was a time when I may have owned one, but this is a fuzzy half-memory. In fact, it may be entirely an invention of fantasy. These days, regardless of my history, I know for a fact that I have no face. However, I have been granted a name: The American Obesity Problem. And I am growing in the United States. You may have seen me on television. You may have been witness to my disconcerting back cleavage and mystified by the seamless transition my legs make from my calves into my ankles. You probably saw my unsettlingly large, shelf-like behind as it strained against my tight Capri pants that I swore I would fiThe American Obesity Problem2 years ago in Editorial

Race Along NY2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

Girls are stupid and boys suckMy older sister used to tell me, "You'll like boys someday."
And my mom would rant, "Boys always get their way."
But my dad yelled, "You're to stay away from boys!"
Then my brothers all said, "We won't tell if you give us toys."
This made me think, "Wow, boys really suck."

In elementary I was the tough girl who beat up boys.
You see, no one else wanted to stop their stupid ploys.
All the other girls would just point, giggle and hide.
There was like some absolute law that they all had to abide.
Things that they did just didn't make sense to me.

I never dreamt about becoming a princess.
Or going to balls and wearing fancy dresses.
IGirls are stupid and boys suck6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

STP SS-NY+CA-Setting yourself-On October 1st, 2010, the job of caring for California while he was horridly sick finally trickled down the line to New York. All of the states—or rather, all of the states who were still healthy enough to care for themselves—joined together earlier that year and agreed that they would all trade off caring for the sickly of their family because, really, they didn't need another incident like the time they found Michigan passed out in her own home, too sick to get up to even cook for herself.

So, on the last day of September New York boarded a plane to Los Angeles and flew out to one of California's many luxury condos that he owned STP SS-NY+CA-Setting yourself-2 years ago in Short Stories

Kiss [Loki x Reader (pt15)You were startled by a surprising awakening. The moment you opened your eyes, you saw long, curly blonde hair stretching down a woman's torso. A feminine hand stroked your face, and thumbed away a residual pool of salty water at the edge of your eye. Cautiously, you looked up at Lynda's face, her features drawn with concern.
"Heyllo," she said softly, smiling a little at you.
"Mm?" you replied, voice tired and rough. You cleared your throat and sat up, and her hand fell away. "Good...good morning?"
"Is it?" she asked, crossing one leg over the other and locking her hands together at her knee. "Har you okay?"
Your eyes stung with the threaKiss [Loki x Reader (pt15)10 months ago in Short Stories

NY+VA+WI+MI-How It BeginsNote-This is an excerpt from a much larger story I did for the kink meme. For a link and summary of the fill, see the artist's comments.
WARNING-This excerpt mentions the past and present mpreg of America and Canada, but nothing more. If you don't like it, don't read it.

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Second week of March, 1867

America said that New York and Virginia wouldn't be visiting until around nine in the morning, and that the snow would slow them down, no doubt. So at ten minutes to nine, Canada plopped down on the sofa and drowned himself in blankets, hoping to get some more rest after being unable to sleep the previous night. As the days creeped by hisNY+VA+WI+MI-How It Begins2 years ago in Short Stories

The Last Night -Short Story-

October 2, 2007

-The Last Night-

Caden walked slowly through the empty park. He walked as if he was dragging himself, body hunched over, his cheeks stained with tears. He was covered in black from head to toe, as he always was. He heard his name being called in the distance; he lifted his head. His hazel eyes appeared empty, dark circles surrounded them; proof he hadn't been sleeping. He saw a figure step from the darkness, into The Last Night -Short Story-6 years ago in Short Stories

Late Night Texts 17D: I think our toilet is haunted.

S: You what?

D: I think our toilet is haunted.

S: Does it have a lingering smell of death?

D: Yeah, actually!

S: That's because we shit in it, Dean.

D: You're a nasty fucker.

S: You're the one who thinks a toilet is haunted.

D: I'm serious, Sam!

S: And that worries me.

D: Do you not hear the noises it makes?

S: What noises?

D: It sounds like there's a beast in there.

S: Like old plumbing?

D: Like a beast.

S: You do realize it's a toilet?

D: Yeah I know it's a toilet! What the hell do you take me for?!

S: A dumbass.

D: I'll kick your ass Sam. Go salt the fucking toilet.

S: No! I'm not wastinLate Night Texts 171 year ago in Short Stories

i heart ny.o.
today miss society gave me these glasses,
and when i put them on
colourful bokeh fills my view
and it doesn't matter that it blurs everything else
it's not like the rest of the world wants to get to know me anyway.

life is so much easier in colour.

m.
she has these thighs
that scream lust in frequencies that make my stomach turn.
her hip curls and makes this dip
and despite how much i shouldn't
i can practically taste her skin on my lips, it's beautifully haunting.

f.
and this girl
has porcelain eyes
and porcelain skin
and porcelain thoughts

and an electrifying touch.

g.
who will i be when i wake up tomorrow morning?

ii heart ny.4 years ago in Free Verse

Book recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD

THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD
How you were deceived into Islamophobia
By Moustafa Zayed

excerpt from ‘why this book?’ and the preface:

I could have gathered all the known fabrications and lies about Islam or Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and answered them one after the other in an indexed way. Why choose the Robert Spencer book "the Truth About Muhammad" to answer and refute its claims and accusations, page by page and paragraph by paragraph?
I wanted to show how far the intentional fabrications against everything Muslim have gone, and in details of its process and how it is done.
I wanted to demonstrate how parts or full Holy Quran verses Book recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD2 months ago in Articles & Interviews

A Moment of Rebellion.

"I don't know what you're trying to prove, Nicky." Zack frowned. He placed back the bar packed with barbells into the rack with Ryan's help. Sitting up on the bench, he wiped off sweat from his forehead as he continued, "Do you think going out with Shelley would make Dawn jealous?"

Nicky rolled his eyes as he came down from a pull-up. Adjusting his fists to wrap around snugly at the pull-up bar, he forced himself upwards. Instead of stopping when his chest was leveled with the bar, Nicky used the momentum to straighten his arms and raised himself above the steel bar before coming down. He repeated the step twice more before replying. "You A Moment of Rebellion.2 years ago in Short Stories

Sakura's spiderSakura was looking for a town. Naruto was going on some other mission of his own, so she was going alone. she was wearing some of her lightest summer clothes, for it was summer. She had to cross a swamp that was very confusing. it had many caves and tunnels, all of the trees looked the same, and there was no road. "where is this town? i need to find naruto, he aparently went there" said Sakura to herself. she had been lopking for Naruto for days now, no ideal where he went. she was asking people around, and she slowly ound out what he was doing. he had aparently gone to find some monster somewhere, though she had no ideal where. "they said heSakura's spider2 years ago in Sketches

NumbersHumans need numbers. Have you ever noticed? We don't want to be a number, but we constantly surround us with them. There's a number at the front of our house, there's a number on our insurance card, there's a number for every day of the year, and there's a number on our car, twice, like a shield when we drive. We have a number for our instant message services (that we even know by heart), for several phones we own, for our bank account, access keys, PINs … We hate and we love numbers. They take our identity away from us – and give it back at the same time.

And I have a number now, too. I'm 1074. Jake, Nr. 1074. It's the newest numbNumbers3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes

Spider's baitJasmine Sinclair was a blonde-brown haired white girl at the age of 22. She was on a vacation in a small house in the middle of a beautiful jungle in Africa. She was alone, though one of her friends came to see her once every week. She had fun walking through the jungles, watching the animals, taking photos of plants. One day, she was sitting in her house, lonely, nothing to do. "Im so lonely" she said to herself. "im going to go for a walk" she said. She saw many beautiful things,and soon it became dark. "where am I?" said Jasmine....

***Back at the house***

"hello?Jasmine,are you home?" said Stacy, Jasmine's best friend. Stacy was a blackSpider's bait2 years ago in Settings

Liveing in peace German brothersDr.Devson smirked."______Will be staying with Germany and Prussia first. Then she will move on to America and Canada, After that The ITalian brother and then China. We will figur out who she will be staying with after China. Youll get a telagram or letter."

You frowned. Dr.Devson was acting like he planed this for years. It was no surpise for you though. He once told you of his plan for your prom. Since you were still in highschool. He had big ideas going. Even if he was a wack job who like to exsparament on you, he could be vary kind. But you wouldnt tell him that because he did more exsparamenting then kindness.

AS the meeting went on youLiveing in peace German brothers1 year ago in Short Stories

THG - Fake (Peeta's Hijacking)Katniss. The name makes me quiver in anger every time mentioned. The Mockingjay. It makes me sick! She has the audacity to go out and act as a piece. Someone used… one of them. We told each other we would never become that. She was only in it to keep her sister healthy and hopeful. She had made a deal and kept it. But now she's going off without her sister and playing this sick, twisted, mental game against Snow. How could she? She said she was different! She said she loved me! Clearly it was all just part of their games.
Wait, where am I? What's going on? I thought I loved her. I thought I was with her. Why am I so madTHG - Fake (Peeta's Hijacking)11 months ago in Short Stories

STP - NY, O NY -fanfic-Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):
Abby Taboca - Oklahoma
Micheal - New York
Isabel - Pennsylvania
Leslie - Virginia
Lucas - Texas
Addison - Kansas

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Abby curled up under the sheets, tucking her knees up against her chest. It had been near two weeks since September 11th, since everything had happened.

She hadn't visited Micheal or Isabel or Leslie or anyone in the hospital, something which made her feel a little guilty. After all, she had been trying hard for the past few decades to be friendly and hospitable. Not visiting a hurt relation (well, they weren't really her siblings, but it was easier to think likSTP - NY, O NY -fanfic-2 years ago in Short Stories

Let It Be - 24

February 12th, 1964

Claire POV:

I woke up to the sound of beating on our room's door. I tried to wiggle out of Paul's arms that were wrapped around me, but he just tightened his grip.

"McCartney!" an angry voice behind the door yelled.

"Paul!" I said, wriggling more.

Paul stirred and slowly opened his eyes. "Mornin' love," he said.

"Paul, there's someone at the door!" I said.

"What?" he said, quickly getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of trousers. He quickly walked to the door and answered it.

"McCartney! What the hell have you been up to lately?" boomed the angry voice. I quickly slid on the dress that I was wearing last nLet It Be - 242 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

Not all the stories begin with “once upon a time”... Not mine anyway...
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- A cop? Predictable...
My hands fastened in my back, two Russians and a Czech hitman as only suitors, I guess I'm the luckiest woman in Miami...
- So? What should we do? Call him and wait for his orders? OUndercover4 years ago in General Fiction

I Feel Fine Chp. 4

The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.

When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" akaI Feel Fine Chp. 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters

A Grimreaper's TaleA bitter wind swept through the air, picking up the last of the withered autumn leaves and scattering them across the bleak forest.
The dark, bare barks of the trees stood up sharply against the misty air. Their thin skeletal branches, stripped of their leaves long ago, swayed in the cruel wind, whispering dark secrets in low, scratchy tones.
A dark figure observed all this nonchalantly.
A tiny leaf landed on her satin-clad shoulder. She plucked it off.
“Summer ends soon, doesn’t it? Too soon. Your life is so fleeting.” Her long white fingers suddenly clenched as she crushed the fragile plant viciously into fine dust.
HeA Grimreaper's Tale6 years ago in Horror

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