A version of Hell (520 hits)
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Submitted by Quale (View user info) at 2006-02-07 05:55:37 EST
The television was on. Great, still alive, he thought. Bugs Bunny was busy evading Elmer Fudd and doing a pretty good job of it. The man turned his head to look at the door. His wife had left a note to say she would be back by lunch. He groaned as he tried to move about. After shuffling around he found the least uncomfortable position and settled down.
Again he surveyed his surroundings of the last six years. These four walls he had trapped himself in pressed in more and more each day. He was getting bigger he knew, he could tell, considering the bed space was getting smaller and smaller. He used to wear an old and faded Cowboys T-shirt but he had long dispensed of clothing months ago. Now he sat, naked, looking about for food.
He looked down at himself as he always did. 764 pounds the hospital had said. Needed to exercise, the doctors had said. Needed to consume less calories the dieticians had said. He recalled the lecture he had been given by one of the staff there. Something about dopamine receptors, measures of happiness, and having less of them than normal people. Normal people! He raged inside at the faux pas of the doctor who had used those words.
He found a pack of Mars bars and chewed silently on the first one. The sugary goodness filled his mouth and he began to reminisce again, this time about the days of his childhood. Such fun-filled days! His mother would watch him eat, she'd look so proud. Special treats were handed out whenever his grandmother came to visit. She would cook the best meals and serve so much to him. The whole family would sit around and watch him eat after they had their dinners. Words of praise kept ringing out back then.
He finished the chocolate and started on pastry. Something savoury instead of sweet, he thought. To keep a balanced diet, he thought. The experts had said he was suffering from malnutrition. How? He didn't understand. He was eating more than enough. No, they said, that's lack of nutrition, that's different. They had explained about that but he didn't quite get it.
They had also gone on about genetics. It's not completely your fault, they said. There's a "fat" gene they had said. A glimmer of hope perhaps, he considered. But there's no excuse for what you're doing to your body they had lectured. He didn't want to think of them anymore. He found a loaf of bread and ate it dry.
He fell asleep in his seated position. The sheets were stained with his blood and faecal matter. He woke up to the sounds of his wife unlocking the front door and climbing the stairs to greet him. If anyone else had entered that room, they would have retched at the stench and probably, with a rueful smile to himself, his own bloated self.
He asked her how her day had gone so far. Good she said, want some lunch? He nodded to the affirmative and asked her to get some snacks for him. She smiled, just like his mother and grandmother. She looked so proud. She left after some small talk whilst he rearranged his sitting position. The television kept playing, to remind him he was still alive.
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Submitted by Mr_T (user info) at 2006-02-07 11:08:58 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Mr T would throw that fat suckah. He'd get fit then. Mr T would make him walk that flab off. Or I'd run him over in my van.
Submitted by ICO (user info) at 2006-02-07 07:28:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
If he'd lived in American and ran away, Europe would've collapsed from the tremors.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:37:02 EST (#)
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Submitted by Iago (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:34:29 (#)
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The blood will have been from excessive and fruitless masturbation. Banjo strings snapping left right and centre
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No, i doubt that. It would be for a different reason. Very fat people can't masturbate.
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Then it's cuts from rolling over all the old foil kit kat wrappers.
Submitted by Iago (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:34:29 EST (#)
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The blood will have been from excessive and fruitless masturbation. Banjo strings snapping left right and centre
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No, i doubt that. It would be for a different reason. Very fat people can't masturbate.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:31:09 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
A bit harsh of you to judge the poor whales of the world. I mean it's a little presumptious to use that line "To remind him he's still alive".
What about running away? The ultimate escapism? Romanticising the whole thing? That would have been and exciting read.
I'm sure I've read this same story a dozen times over but with different ailments inserted. People are so quick to judge and never really explore their subject matter.
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:30:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Didn't exactly "Make me smile" but you get the general idea.
-Dave
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:28:53 EST (#)
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Submitted by Iago (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:15:23 (#)
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:04:49 (#)
Ranking: 1
There was a programme about this on telly recently. It was unsettling.
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Yeah, thats right. It was awesome. The half-ton dude that couldnt breathe if he lay on his back. I love it when C4 makes a 'OMG LOOK AT THAT FREAK' programme and they mascarade it as 'Theyre just like you or I.'
And the woman who was 80+ stone. Needless to say they were all Americans.
-why were the sheets stained with his blood? Poo i can undrerstand, but the blood confused me. But i thought this was really well written. It would have been a 2+ if something had happened, or was a bit longer.
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The blood will have been from excessive and fruitless masturbation. Banjo strings snapping left right and centre
Submitted by Iago (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:15:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:04:49 (#)
Ranking: 1
There was a programme about this on telly recently. It was unsettling.
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Yeah, thats right. It was awesome. The half-ton dude that couldnt breathe if he lay on his back. I love it when C4 makes a 'OMG LOOK AT THAT FREAK' programme and they mascarade it as 'Theyre just like you or I.'
And the woman who was 80+ stone. Needless to say they were all Americans.
-why were the sheets stained with his blood? Poo i can undrerstand, but the blood confused me. But i thought this was really well written. It would have been a 2+ if something had happened, or was a bit longer.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 06:04:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
There was a programme about this on telly recently. It was unsettling.
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-02-07 05:59:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Is it ironic that the figure you chose is a Gaian symbol of fertility?