The Bet of Gain"Hey, France. Want to have a wager?"More Like This
That's how it all started out.
"A wager? What kind of wager, Angleterre?"
France and England were in a bar after a World Meeting. They were both drunk and they had gotten onto the subject of beauty. 'I find everything beautiful!' France had carelessly said earlier.
"To prove that you don't find everything beautiful."
"Of course I do! I'm the country of romance and love, remember?"
"Then... suppose I change the appearance of someone 'beautiful'?"
"It would not matter, Angleterre! What do gain if you lose this little wager?"
"You... The usual. A chance to humiliate each other at the next World Meeting."
"So... in 3 months time?"
They grasped each other's hands. And thus commenced their little bet.
England clumsily slipped a small vile full of brown liquid into France's hand. "Slip some of that into Seychelles' drink."
France raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
"To officially start."
France waited until Seychelles left her drink unat
What is Homophobia? I know homophobia. I’m only seventeen, but I know what it’s like to be hated for everything I am. I can tell you, but only in your heart. Listen to me, and let me tell you how homophobia took over my life.More Like This
Homophobia is being spit on. I know to always watch out or risk another attack. I know that no one will stand up for me today, that it will just be yesterday all over again. I know that the worst thing to do is speak up. I tried it once: they threw trash instead. So I bite my tongue and hold back the tears. I’ll cry later, after they’ve all gone home, and my mom still hasn’t come to pick me up. I’ll cry in the empty bathroom until she comes; and I’ll go home, fall in my bed, and cry some more. I’ll cry alone as I peel the gum wrappers off of my dress. I’ll cry alone for years because there is no one else to
Open WoundsMore Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
Claire and Kristie Pack on the PoundsI couldn’t help but stare as I watched my roommate ponder over which flavor of ice cream to order. She was talking, but her tight jeans accentuating her belly pooch stole all my attention. She had recently taken to eating a lot, partially due to my subconscious encouragement, and her body wore the evidence.More Like This
“So, which one?”
“Uh, what?” I said nervously, averting my eyes.
“Which flavor of ice cream, Reeses or double chocolate brownie?”
“Um, I’m getting Reeses so you get brownie.” I said, mostly cause I knew brownie was more fattening.
She went up to order, “I’ll have one king size brownie fudge and one king size Reeses.”
As the lady was ringing her up, I realized she had ordered mine too, “You don’t have to pay for mine!”
“No worries,” she said, handing the lady her cash, “You drove us here, I get the ice cream.”
King size. I reached down and placed my hand on my own b
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 2As soon as Tara arrived, I realized I wasn’t the only one who had put on holiday weight. Normally slim Tara was wearing a pair of yoga pants that clung to thicker thighs than she’d ever had. Her hoodie covered her belly, but the gain was obvious. I was slightly relieved that she, too, had over-indulged.More Like This
We arrived at the FroYo place and I was more than excited. We greeted Kaily, who looked thin as ever. After a short amount of catching up, I angled us toward the line to eat. I grabbed the big bowl and loaded it with all my favorite flavors and toppings.
“Wow, you sure got a lot!” Tara laughed, scooping candy onto her large helping as well.
“Yeah…I’m hungry…” I said nervously, paying more than Tara and significantly more than Kaily for my bowl.
We sat down and I couldn’t help but ignore the conversation as I devoured the delicious chocolatey mix I had created. My belly was pushing more and more on my jeans as I scraped the la
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 1I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year.More Like This
“Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached across the table for the icing, my shirt riding up. I spooned a whole scoop of icing into my mouth in mocking defiance and she rolled her eyes playfully. My family wasn’t too particular about weight, especially since I had maybe put on five pounds since Christmas break started.
“Everyone gains weight during the holidays,” my dad said,