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Big Bones
He stormed out of the small apartment and slammed the door as hard as he could with his good arm. Putting all his weight forward the door crashed closed, scaring a cat somewhere and causing a dog to bark relentlessly from across the hall. It's small silhouette jumped up and down at the opaque glass front door. His arm in the sling tingled with some pain but he thought he deserved it. The whole thing had blown his mind and taken his breath. He gripped the thin wooden rail extra tightly in his hand as he descended the tight stair. He couldn't believe his ears when she said it. Whenever he had come home crying after being made fun of at school she had said it. She said it to him when family members would look with faces of skepticism and lean in to whisper to her. She had told him his whole life, "You're not fat darling, you're just husky." The last word would sometimes change. "Solid." "Strong." "Big boned." All the same stupid thing. He was not "solid", his body gave way with the slightest touch. He was not "strong", he could barely make it up the steps to his own apartment most days. And he definitely was not big boned! His bones were perfectly normal sized. He was a huge, cow-like, wobbling, sweaty, sausage fingered, blob of a man shaped like a melting ice-cream that couldn't see over his own breasts or tie his shoes! In short, he was fat. Had been fat his entire life. Fat, weak, fat, dumb, and fat. Not big boned.
By Alexander V. Cantrell3 years ago in Fiction
Chocolate, I Love You
Maggie bent over to peer into the refrigerator. The most perfect chocolate cake looked back at her, sitting on the middle shelf by itself. Thick white icing, dark chocolate shavings pressed against the sides and cherries nestled in swirls of whipped cream along the top. She hadn’t taken any short cuts and now her mouth watered at the mere sight of it. She had used her favourite recipe; the one where the chocolate is melted, and hot water is added to the batter. It made the cake extra moist. Maggie had made it for her sister’s birthday, but Jana was working late and would not be home for at least a couple more hours.
By Kelsey Reich3 years ago in Fiction
Secrets
Katie sobbed quietly, under her dark glasses. She could cry now, hidden behind the protection of her lenses but she knew she would have to stay strong for the wake. Her mother would need her. Trying to hold back the pang in her heart and the loss she felt so deep in her inner child, she took a deep breath.
By Cristina Rojas3 years ago in Fiction
Mom's Secret Chocolate Cake
All I wanted was a piece of mom's secret recipe chocolate cake. I was due to return to the states in two weeks. Whenever I had the chance to call from Afghanistan, I always ended the call with an I love you, and what I wanted to eat upon my return. It changed from time to time, but the one thing that always stayed the same was my request for Mom's chocolate cake. I couldn't wait to get home. The days seemed to blend into each other. It was the same thing day in and day out. I was scared. I would be a liar if I said I wasn't, but we had to look past it to get the job done. We laughed at horrible jokes, we cursed the days we were there and most of all, we longed for piece of home.
By Anthony Diaz3 years ago in Fiction
The chocolate cake
It was staring at me. The big, juicy piece of cake that Jane had placed on the table. The scent of chocolate made my mouth water, and I could feel some drool running past my lips ono the chair on which I was sitting. She had told me I was not allowed to touch it, that it was poisonous to me and that I would get extremely sick if I even tasted a small piece of it. I think she was lying; Jane simply did not like to share her chocolate. She never did. Oh, how many nights I had spent at her feet begging for a small taste, always to the same response.
By Aleks Ekelund3 years ago in Fiction
The River
Amelia had lived on the river as long as she could remember. The home had been her great-grandfather’s before it was her grandfather’s and then eventually her father’s. Now it was hers, and the love she felt for it was immeasurable. There was a sentimentality in the home but also a depth of reassurance from the surging, winding river that ran along it, stretching to provide a serenity and sustenance for all who resided nearby.
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Fiction