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Plump Pups 3: A Nightmare's DreamGlory stared down the long road built out of marshmallow bricks and surrounded on either side by chocolate fences with a sense of apathy and indifference. This was not the world she knew, and she was quite aware of that, because last time she had checked, her world's streets were not constructed from giant pieces of confectionaries. The path led into a massive forest, and from there, Glory could not tell, as the woods were so densely packed that it shrouded the rest of the trail in near-total darkness. Glory's tail twitched and her ears folded; she didn't like it, but something, like a force of unknown power, a mysterious gravity, was trying to pull her toward the depths of the mysterious forest. She had to go. She dragged her bouncy, wobbly body along, and she could feel a pang of hunger deep in the confines of her stomach's pit. She looked around; she was almost, just almost, tempted to take a bite out of the fence, but she didn't know where it had been, or what sort of weather condi
the Fat Fairy that Hates my Girlfriend“Yeah, just make yourself at home.” Came a muffled voice from the other side of the door, “I’ll get started on dinner.”
In the living room, a strange girl sat down on the couch. The four dogs that lived alongside Jake and his mother bombarded her with attention, the lot of them with tails wagging and hot heavy panting about. She reciprocated as best she could, struggling to attend to the needs of the overstimulated animals. Two arms wrapped around as much shepherd as she could manage, her hands feebly patting the backs of the larger animals. She was completely unaware that she was being inspected by more than just slobbering animals, entirely oblivious to what peered into the living room from the hallway—a little green eye pressed up to the keyhole...
“Hmph.” A little voice huffed as the pitter-patter of wings sounded behind her, “She’s not that great.”
With her chubby brown hands pressed squarely against the metal doork
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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