The Binge Attack: The Cull Stories, #5

By Zhané White

Food to die for...The Binge Attack, a short story inspired by The Cull Trilogy. Alan's doctor always warned him about his weight. Not this time. Cull's new obesity programme has started: No more diets. No more workouts. No more help. Now he's finally free to eat to his heart's content, but can his heart stand the pressure?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amaria & Sariel
• Release date: Jul 30, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501447518

Zhané White

Dark fantasy and science-fiction come naturally to Zhané White. She loves the uncanny, the strange, and the eerie, always with an essence of the world we know. If she's not writing, she's thinking about writing. When you find her daydreaming, leave her be. Wait. In time, you'll see what she sees...

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The Binge Attack

Zhané White

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Copyright 2013 - Zahra Brown (pseudonym: 'Zhané White')

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CONTENTS

The Binge Attack

Dear Reader

About the Author

Dedications

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This book is written in British English.

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The Binge Attack

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Thirty-five stone. Five hundred pounds. Two hundred kilograms.

But it was worth it.

Sweet. Sour. Hot. Cold. Big. Large. Extra large. Extra extra large.

I tried diets. All of them.

Low carb. High carb. Low fat. High fat. Low protein. High protein. Low calories. High calories. It was never in the middle. Always the extremes.

So what's wrong with my extreme, then? Nothing! That's what.

So I went back to my extreme. Lots of food whenever I had time.

Too big for work, my last boss said. Sorry, Alan, but...

He shouldn't have been sorry. He did me a favour! Now eating was a full-time job. It used to be just a hobby.

It felt good to be free.

No more calorie counting. No more weighing or measuring or tracking. No more tiny portions fit for a damn child. No can't eat this or that's bad food. No more turning down third helpings. No more salivating while my skinny brothers stuffed their faces without gaining a friggin' pound - damn, life isn't fair!

It was fun while it lasted. But the party was over.

Actually, it wasn't. Sure, the party was