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Hazel's big green eyes still couldn't comprehend what she had just witnessed. She was usually able to conceal her true feelings and display herself stoically, even when her favorite grandmother passed away. She had never been an overly emotional wreck, but today she could not control herself. Her tears felt like a never-ending monsoon, only growing more intense with each passing minute. She couldn't even think straight; her entire life had been uprooted just like that. "Hazel, it's going to be okay." Her younger sister's voice was empathic, but nothing could soothe Hazel's ruptured soul and heart. The two sisters had always been close; they even lived together in the same apartment. "It's not!" Hazel yelled in a mixture of frustration and despair, "I've been with Noah for ten years. Our wedding was only a few weeks away. He cheated on me with my best friend in the whole world. I guess Julia was never my friend in the first place." Noah had only moved in with the sisters a few years

"Do you really think your plan will work?" Juan asked his gorgeous wife. They had been married for around five years and dated for seven. He had unwaveringly supported her through all of her get-rich-quick schemes, as the two of them were stuck in dead-end jobs, only scraping by with enough to survive. Her new scheme seemed unethical and overly cruel. "Of course it will!" The 28-year-old scoffed blissfully, unaware of her husband's apprehension about her plan. "Well, even if it does work, isn't it wrong?" Juan gulped, hoping his wife would forget about her devious project. "Do you honestly think I care?" Janelle replied, finally understanding her partner's disapproval; she should have never told him about it. However, maybe she could convince him if she fully explained her reasoning. "You know that the world is a truly evil place. Most people are just selfish and judgmental. I've told you about being bullied my entire childhood and teenage years for being fat. Almost everyone in

Here's part 1 for any new readers. Previous Part here! Rachel "Are you sure you want to read it here?" Margaret, the brunette girl who was now my best friend in the world in addition to my girlfriend, whispered in my ears on the crowded plane. Margaret, Ryan, my strong, hunky boyfriend, and I were on route to my brother's wedding in Cabo with the highest of spirits. Yes, we all got together and revealed it to everyone, but most people didn't even bat an eye at us. They were too engrossed with the trial. The trial for those three truly evil ladies in our old sorority who purposely fattened us while recording our most intimate and important moments on a dark web livestream. That wasn't the end of their depravity; no, they were ruthless and needed even more wealth, and soon they had a basement in the second chapter of their sorority, where they imprisoned and fattened many girls, including myself, for the joy of their equally immoral customers. Margaret was actually working with them

Inspired by the legendary movie, "Dawn of the Dead," imagine being stuck in a massive mall with nothing to do but enjoy all the food in the world. Heather, Alex, and Camille had been close friends for what seemed like forever. The trio of roommates lived a fairly engaging and fulfilling life. Alex and Heather were both popular influencers and models, while Camille was their photographer. They regularly had the time of their lives at crazy parties, packed concerts, and even frequent helicopter rides from Heather's multi-millionaire boyfriend, who happened to be a pilot. However, none of them could ever envision the depravity that hastily destroyed their incredible lives. An actual apocalypse: zombies killing everything, everywhere. The entire world was doomed; humanity had failed. There was no escaping the slow but continuous assault of millions of undead bodies against mankind. Thankfully, Heather's boyfriend came to the rescue; his helicopter zoomed over the many cities completely

The cold liquor utterly failed to warm my ruptured heart. The bar's overly lively vibes only made everything even more unbearable. It was just like the mundane, lifeless routine of my entire existence. The prevalent aroma of cheap perfume, the boisterous music, and who could forget the shallow, vapid conversations. Nothing mattered anyway; we were all going to die and leave every fabric of ourselves behind for possibly nothing. I sighed, gulping my entire shot of whiskey, then asked the bar tender for another. I wasn't even concerned about being hungover or overly drunk. Nothing in this life has value to me anymore after losing her. Words could hardly describe her pure, unadulterated beauty. It was a sham for me to ever even be with her. I felt as if I were dreaming the second she asked me about my day at this same bar, almost five years ago, when we were both 25 and alive. I was also at a very low point in my life when I saw her. I was at once drawn to the radiance of her pure smile

Rachel The absolute devastation that covered the others' faces told me everything. This would be hell on earth. After only a day, I wished for something that I had never even thought about before. I wished for the cold embrace of death's bony hands to free my body from this tortuous, cruel prison. Everything about it was so dehumanizing; we were constantly watched, and the slightest insubordinate action would cause agonizing shock to ravage through our already destroyed bodies. I just couldn't fathom any part of humanity being this demented. If people were really like this, then we as a species deserved total extinction. I meant that, sincerely, capturing prisoners only to fatten them up into immobility and to use them as sexual objects was the definition of immoral. To make matters even worse, Margaret was complacent with this sinister operation. Margaret had been my best friend in college; I was still in disbelief that the bony brunette who really felt genuine ended up being, well

Previous Part Part 1 Rachel My hands could not stop shaking on the drive home. The shaking was not just from the bitter cold that infected the air like a deadly virus; it was from anxiety. My mind would not stop worrying. Christmas break was supposed to be a time of joy and magic, but it was going to be more like a nightmare due to how much weight I had put on during my first semester of college—over 70 pounds of blubber. To make matters even worse, not only was my family going to see me for the first time in months, but my mother spoiled another devious surprise. My old high school friends had apparently all gathered at my old place, which was just perfect. It made sense why they were there; I had been very inactive on social media and hadn't been participating in our group chat, so I bet they were just so curious to hear about my college experience. However, to me, they were just more people to scrutinize every inch of my fattened body. I tried to think about anything else, but