MusclesFit

It was quiet without the feeling of dreadful isolation. The University Center closed down for the day hours ago, however, one person with a mission found their way inside through the cafeteria delivery entrance. She straightened her beige baseball cap that covered the top of her long messy black hair and looked at the itinerary, “Find a bookbag full of candy and soda...in this place?” Cory, a former student of the university, is already familiar with the scope of the University Center. It wasn’t exactly massive or a behemoth of a building, but there are plenty of wide open spaces with nooks and crannies here and there. Cory frustratingly dropped her arms to her sides, her firm thighs gently wobble in response, “Finding that bookbag could take all night long! Swear this better be worth it!” Then, Cory embarked on her search starting from the bottom level. She skimmed through the cafeteria, meetings rooms, the bowling and billiards hall, and the DJ station to find nothing. Afterwards,

*DING* The sound of the elevator doors opening shook Ghita awake enough for her to walk out of the elevator. As if the bags under her eyes weren't already a good indicator, last night she only managed to get less than two hours of sleep at her first night at the hotel. The sheer amount and quality of amenities the hotel provided overwhelmed Ghita forcing her to stay up much later than usual just to see and experience it all. The only thing that was powerful enough to wake her from a much needed deep slumber was the sensational aroma of coffee that crept into her hotel room from the complimentary breakfast buffet. The Indian woman followed the scent like a trained hunting dog searching for its prey. All she needed to get her day started is a Light & Fit yogurt, one slice of toast, and a simple cup of coffee. However, Ghita was disappointed to see the breakfast buffet completely barren aside from the multiple coffee containers lined up at the counter, "Well," Ghita sighed, just a

BIG BOOST "...And done...for now anyways." Beyond the glass panes looking out into the city, Melanie barely saw anything past what little light illuminated the city streets. The big digital clock on the library wall read 10:15 PM. She grimaced, remembering she first sat down inside at 1:07 PM. Her reasoning for doing so is to finish a research thesis on what it's like to make dreams become a reality. Mercedes researched this subject by reading and watching success stories from countless people all across the world. There was, however, the topic of her own dream. A dream so ridiculous that she swore to keep it to herself. Often lying to friends and family to save herself from the embarrassment. It all started just years ago. About four to be precise. Right when Melanie first joined the Master's program here in the city. To alleviate herself of post-exam stress she took herself out to see a movie, particularly the new Godzilla. She watched as the giant lizard wreaked havoc on the

"So, this is the little thing I'm hunting for...", Nicole inspected the photo of a simple blue marble on her phone. It's the size of an actual marble, no bigger or smaller than a real one. However, the object is absolutely flawless as if it's never been touched. Perfectly round, unscratched along the surface, and complemented by the most beautiful shade of blue human eyes would lay on. Other than it's beauty, Nicole had another reason to get her hands on the marble. Suddenly, the low hum of a motorized trolley came to a stop just a few feet away. The driver, a small person with a concerned look on their face, turned to Nicole, "Hey. What are you doing here at the Soccer Stadium?" "Just walking around," she replied, burying her hands in her pockets, "It's open to the public, y'know." She found it difficult to blame the person for stopping her since she dressed so peculiar this evening. Her torso is dressed in a loose fitting floral print shirt that partially wrapped under a corset

Another grumble. That’s the eleventh grumble this hour. Abby wished it was possible to actually quiet her own stomach without food, but the human body does what the human body wants and audible hunger cues are one of them. Abby’s chestnut brown hair flowed in the air conditioned wind within the airport terminal. Her belongings are contained in a piece of roll-on luggage trailing behind her. The sights and smells of the various food venues taking up each side of the long, vast corridor made her salivate. She could stop at anytime and order a quick bite, but the overly long lines leading to overpriced food made eating a huge turnoff right now. Not long after passing by the food venues, Abby found Gate A38 where she would board her plane in a matter of four hours. Plenty of time to search for something to eat. Abby set her luggage down on one of the seats and attached it to the armrest using a bike lock, “Hm?” One seat over, Abby spotted a white box. It’s unopened and perfectly sealed

"...One...Two...Three...Four...C'mon!" Sai shot upwards into the air, landed on her feet into a squat then down into a pushup from where she jumped up into the air again. As apart of Sai's daily fitness regime, one hundred burpees were chosen as the perfect warmup. The intensity of the cardiovascular exercise allowed Sai to keep her unique shapely body in check; A trim and cut waist, delectable chocolate bosom, and strong, curvy legs. Sai's main workout consisted of targeting her lower body through various formations of squats and lunges. Tonight, however, Sai's workout would have to deal with some...unexpected interference. You just so happened to have outfitted your own personal items in the gym that very night. This particular set up is grasped within your palm. A magic microphone that allows for everything you speak into it to happen. No matter how crazy or outlandish the idea. You bring the microphone up and tap it a few times. The deep feedback emits from the speaker inside

Based on this tweet: https://twitter.com/iamcardib/status/1534987011550896133 Eggs, Milk, a stick of Butter... Eggs, Milk, a stick of Butter... Without reason, Cory found herself gently guiding a shopping cart throughout an isle. Once at the end she found herself face to face with a very well known personality, "'scuse me, gorgeous. Wus ya name?" Suddenly it came to her. She didn't know where she was or how she ended up here. The surroundings are definitely that of a grocery store, yet she couldn't pinpoint the exact franchise. Fortunately, she was already dressed in a thin red and black colored college t-shirt and jeans where the leg holes stopped at the lower calf. For reasons beyond explaining, the famous rap sensation, Cardi B, stands before her holding out a microphone, "I saaaaiddd! Wus' ya name?" She leaned forward to answer, "Cory." "Woo! Aight, Cory! We 'bout to have fun right now!" The famous rapper let her trademark bombastic personality shine through her loud voice

In complete selfish disregard for whoever left it behind, Daisy snatched the lone green bottle next to the squat rack. After enduring five grueling sets of heavy deep squats the blonde gym rat felt on the brink of death due to thirst and with her legs already feeling like limp noodles the nearest water fountain seemed like it was thousands of miles away. With a simple twist of her wrist, the cap is torn off and the opening is wrapped around her lips. Loud gulps between gasps of air from her nose emitted around the squat rack until the bottle had been sucked dry. "Thank God." Once the last droplets disappeared, Daisy shook the sweat from her face and let out an exhausted sigh, “Phew. That’s better.” She patted the sides of her waist realizing that her stomach had become taut with water. Daisy tossed the empty, crumpled water bottle back in place and moved over to the next stretch of her workout; the barbell rack. SLOSH SLOSH CHURN SLOSH “Geeze. I didn’t drink that much, did I?”

The door opened to strike a small bell at the top of the doorframe to welcome a single person. Not a customer. Not tonight. All around, the overall presence of the store gave off a cheap atmosphere that bugged the recent entrant to no end. At this time, thankfully, the store was vacant of any employees. "This is perfect," Kim thought, forming a mischievous smile on her chubby face. Kim stuffed her hands in her coat pockets and walked further into the store. Her short, wavy brown hair fluttered around her shoulders as she sped walked into the snack isle. Her intentions for tonight were not for the benefit of the establishment. She had a grudge against the owner of this particular branch of the franchise and wanted to make an unfortunate incident happen here Kim set up a tripod just a few feet in front of her. She fastened her phone to the top and then snapped a photo of herself, sure to capture her entire body within. Kim, dressed in jeans, a dark green hat atop of her head, and a

Just last week Mindy could've sworn somebody lived in this home. The activity was louder than most suburban homes would put out, yet it wasn't enough for someone to call the authorities over. The whole neighborhood swarmed with rumors over what could be going on in this household, but no one was bold enough to ask. Except for Mindy who let herself in after seeing the door wide open. The interior felt sterile. No a speck of dust rested on a flat surface nor did the wall have so much as a footprint on it. Mindy walked around the furniture less living room, "Whoever lived or was still living here is definitely in need of an interior designer." The redhead peeped into the kitchen where she spotted a lone six-pack of cans on the countertop with a note attached. She walked in further to give the note a read, "Try One." Mindy had forgone the foreboding feeling that she or someone else was expected to make their way into the home as the note foretold. Instead, she smiled, "I am feeling a