Charleen Buckets: Cherry PieI'd been seeing Rae for awhile now. At least, awhile in my standards. About two weeks. That's when I decide to let my girls in on my little secret. They're rather good at keeping it, too...
I never give them my last name until the night I tell them. We'll walk into the factory, I'll tell my most recent girl that I own the Wonka factory, and they'll ooh and ahh. The one thing they don't realize is, Roal Dahl didn't write a fictional kid's book. He wrote a biography...They always giggle when I tell them my name is Charleen Bucket, and I am, in fact, the daughter of the penniless boy who went from rags to supreme indulgence.
"So you like running around with orange midgets that sing songs about being a slob and you run a factory that makes the weirdest of candies?" They always ask. And when they ask that, it's almost always verbatim too. I laugh right back at them, and respond with,"Well, no...the Oompa Loompas don't have to wear that disgusting makeup anymore...poor Mr. Wonka was as gay a
Blueberry BlurbBlueberry Blurb
She stood there frozen in shock. Her once taught tummy was beginning to droop ever so slightly from her frame. Perhaps though what was even more unnerving to the poor girl was that her skin had just finished a transaction from a once rich tan, the sort you had from swimming ever day in the summer, to a most iridescent cerulean blue. As she stared at her hand, twisting it in the light she was forced to return her attention to her bulging belly. It was a surreal feeling to witness one's body grow so rapidly, as she poked her side to see if it was indeed real. To her dismay, she could feel the pressure of her pressing finger against her gut. She also detected a sloshing inside as she prodded. Hoping it was her imagination she pressed harder. The sloshing returned greater than before. Now as her belly reached a circumference akin to that of an expectant mother of three, the swelling lass felt a new sort of discomfort. Her already tight jeans began to stretch as her thighs b
Turning Blue: PrologueTurning Blue
Kate stood in her living room, staring at the small cube in her hand. Kate was a relatively tall 21 year old with short brown hair and teal eyes. She lives in a small suburban neighborhood with her boyfriend Jake. The two had been friends since they were kids and were irrespirable. They were pretty well off, as Jake owned a small candy store that his father and grandfather had owned before him, and it was very successful. They did everything together, they watched movies together, they vacationed together, they slept together, and they knew each other’s secrets. Speaking of movies and secrets, the night before they had watched the movie, “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.” There was one secret of Kate’s that Jake did not know of. She was secretly obsessed with one particular scene in that movie, where a little girl known as Violet Beauregarde, chewed an experimental piece of gum that had a three-course dinner of tomato soup, roa