It’s like a mighty whirlwind
Of diarrhea
I just cannot contain it
My love for you is boundless
Like my runny nose
I can feel it in my gut
Like the feeling you get
The one when you really have to pee
And I have to pee a lot
Like four or five times a day actually
My heart is like
A big throbbing fleshy muscle thing
Because that’s what it is
It’s got blood and stuff
Except I don’t have blood
All I have is my love for you in my veins
Which means I’ll probably die soon but whatever
It’s totally worth it
My love for you is ever-present
Like the eye boogers you get when you wake up
It’s always there
The mont
Summary on the Scientific Studies of Mist Beings by ninjacatsinthemist, literature
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Summary on the Scientific Studies of Mist Beings
Mist beings are not a magical creature. Each being had a certain element, the thing they are best at, doubled with the smell and color in mist form of that element, as they think it should appear. The mist being can use this mist, which is more solid than it appears, using the molecules and condensing them into small objects, or in some cases, large objects, or loosely creating tangible objects with said mist that retain the color and smell of the mist.
This mist can also be used to move things, the mist being an extension of a mist being's body, it is used almost as if it is an extra, flexible arm. The mist beings can disconnect a portion o
Julian tilted his head at the sound of muffled footsteps hitting the padded carpet of the hallway. He turned around, his hair standing on end, his heart racing. They had promised he would be alone, they had promised all the cells would be locked during his visit.
Julian ran his hand nervously through his dark brown curly locks as his equally dark brown eyes darted to every corner of the room, searching for the sound of the mysterious footsteps. To no avail, he turned around, taking a deep breath and continuing his long walk down the seemingly never ending hallway.
He had come to the mental hospital to visit his deranged aunt, a favor to his r
What if this isn't real? What if right now, right here, you aren't really right here, and this isn't really right now?What if I told you everything you thought was real, is fake, a lie. Its all a lie, and the only one who's fault it is, is yours.That's right, its your fault. But then again, its not. Its not like you can control it, but it is you. It's all you, even if you don't know.What about those voices you hear when you think you're alone? What about those shadows you see in the dark, that seem to move towards you, closer everytime you blink? What about when you feel like someone's watching you, or when you glance and swear you see a pers
Hogwarts For REAL by ninjacatsinthemist, literature
Literature
Hogwarts For REAL
"I want to be a Death Eater when I grow up!"
"Really?" Irene looked at her twin brother curiously.
" Yes! I want to hear the screams of terrified muggles as I use the unforgivable curses on them!"
"If, you want to, then I want to. But don't you think we should join the Dark Lord now instead of waiting until we're older?" questioned Irene.
" Yes! The evil mastermind in you is showing!"
That was Irene and John at the age of 7. Now they are 11, and their lives are about to change!
Chapter 1
It was Irene and John's first time at Hogwarts, and they were excited. Irene picked up her completely white cat and let her claw at her face. She wa
Letter Gone Wrong by ninjacatsinthemist, literature
Literature
Letter Gone Wrong
Dear Pre-K Parents,
I'm going to be making aprons for our childrens' teachers, Mrs. Argento and Mrs. Cicero. The aprons will be embroidered with the names of all of the children in Mrs. Argento and Mrs. Cicero's pre-k class. My fellow parents, guardians, single mom's, hard-working dads, all I ask of you is that you do the simple action of signing your name on a small rectangular folded piece of paper, more commonly known as a card. For each letter in your name, an orphaned child in Uganda will be given a magical fairy godmother to grant all of his or hers wishes. Chuck Norris will also be sponsoring our campaign, along with the spirit of the
Zombie Apocalypse by ninjacatsinthemist, literature
Literature
Zombie Apocalypse
I sat on the roof of my house, dressed in capris and a t-shirt, a black hat shielding my eyes from the sun. My black bag leaned against me, filled with the weapons from my dad's closet. I held a rifle, aiming it at the beginning of my street. It was the zombie apocalypse, and my family was long gone. To where, I didn't know, but it was safer to assume they were dead.
My phone next to me lit up with a text message, which surprised me. I didn't think that phones would work in the apocalypse. I picked it up and slid it open, finding a message from my friend, Thomas.
"Are you still alive?" It said, and I set down my rifle to text back.
"'Cour
It had been three years since the apocalypse. Half of the worlds population had been wiped out by a nuclear war. Plains had been turned into wastelands, forests had been turned into areas of large spikes of wood, burned, and dead. Not much was alive in P.A.W.W.Z, which is what I called the time we live in now. Post apoctalyptic world war zone. Even the once bustling cities were dead, nearly empty, save for a few mush-brains. The most disturbing thing was the bodies. Dead bodies were everywhere, in cars, on the streets, even behind the counter in the broken windowed and now empty stores.
The war also had another disastorous effect on the l