Stories tagged “vomit”

  • Burn

    “What the hell do I have to do!?” I yell. I can feel him behind me. I do my best to turn and face him. His right eye flashes a wave of pain as a grin splits his face. His contorted smile reopens the scabs on his lips and stretches the scars...

  • The Legend of Johnny Irish #2 (Mature)

    “Hit me as hard as you can” He hit me as hard as he could. Or tried. See, just because I’m drunk and depressed and a little desensitized to getting punched in the face doesn’t mean I can’t mess with Donnie a little. So I s...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Legend of Johnny Irish (Mature)

    “Irish!” “What?” I choked a little as the smell of beer and cigarette smoke escaped from my mouth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Oh, hey Michael. I’m drinking and smoking, among other things.” Michael’s a little slow...

    • Author: AM FM
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Scream (Mature)

    Matt’s jaw dropped. He struggled to get a word out, but could not. Shawn remained frozen, like stone. His glaring gaze never turned from the spot in the water where his so-called friend had just been masacred. Even in the darkness, they could bot...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • What They Wanted (Mature)

    “We-we killed him!” Matt blurted out between violent sobs that now took over his body. “Oohhhhh my god! Oh my god! We killed him!” Matt was down on his knees beside the bloody hand and his own pile of vomit, his voice distorted ...

    • Author: Elice
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Call It Even

    Rae tumbled to the floor, making it half way across the garage in the process. Time seemed to move funny for a few seconds, like a record skipping. Her stomach churned as everything she ever knew seemed to whip back past her awareness. She heaved once,...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • All the Wrong Answers

    Jason was sick. He’d been living off of vodka and McDonalds for twenty-four hours and he felt miserable. He gazed deep into the brown cloud of vomit that filled his toilet without seeing anything. His body was still caught in the cycle- eat, drin...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 9 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • For You (The Reader)

    You could choose To chew your cud And swallow it, But you should spew it out As soon as it’s vomited And if it lands on my shirt I’ll smear it off And fetch you some water So we can talk some And laugh it off

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Unfortunate Beginnings

    Air in the nightclub was hot and stale. Sweat and alcohol-ridden breath could only be recycled so many times until it was too much to take. Even though the song wasn’t over yet, Grant pushed his partner away from him and stumbled to the nearest w...

  • The Man Who Fell From Yesterday

    I despised the architecture immediately. Nothing made sense and it hurt my eyes trying to follow the hard outlines of warped buildings and strange objects that twisted out of sight, seemingly at random. A bout of nausea overwhelmed me and much to my ow...

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • "Where are you going?"

    Three older kids fanned menacingly out around a bony kid with curly orange hair. “Now you’re gonna get it, Red.” Piggy Orderv said. He was the leader of his little gang for two reasons: cruelty and weight. He was a mean bastard that l...

  • Outskirts of Sanity (Day 41)

    Murray stood at the edge of a dark city. There was light yet the city was dark. He couldn’t remember how he got there or what he was supposed to do. Trying to concentrate on such details filled his mind with a whirlwind of thousands of cawing cro...

  • Roger Gone Wild

    Roger was not sure, at what point, his day went awry. He mentally retraced his day. His morning started off well. Breakfast was a whole box of frosted Pop-Tarts and a tall glass of chocolate milk. The cardboardy-goodness of the Pop-Tart flavor had even...

  • Sluggish

    The girl took a step back from me, a hand creeping to her mouth. “Umm, is that normal?” she asked, nodding toward the blood streaks running down the spears of grass. Normal? I tried to connect anything to that word but nothing came to mind....

    • Author: Robert Quick
    • Posted almost 6 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • I Didn't Vomit (Mature)

    My stomach turned over and inside out, I thought it would reject all I had put it through last night. Not just the alcohol, But the cuts and the ache of seeing him with somebody who wasn’t me and the fact that I touched him in a way I never shoul...