ninjacatsinthemist

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

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

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

I was running through the halls of my school. Most of the elementary had been infected with the disease, and the school was being evacuated, but I couldn't leave yet. I had to go to the elementary, I had to get my brothers before they were infected. I refused the believe they could be infected. They had to be all right. As I passed through the halls of my school, which seemed to get larger with every turn, I ran right into a friend of mine. I didn't recognize her for a second, until I helped her to her feet. "Emma? Are you alright?" "Yeah. What are you still doing here?" "I could ask you the same." We stared at each other for a few seco

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