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A Shower and a Change"Ah, damn. God damn."

The stain was small, no larger than a coin. It fell near his right hip, nestled in the dip between crotch and thigh. Still, it was nauseating. Paul stripped off the trousers and walked to the sink, hoping the sliver of hotel soap would take out the spot.

He began running the hot water and paused, staring at the vomit. Resisting the urge to gag, he grazed his fingers over the stain. It was purely liquid and slick like dish soap, but the sickly brown could only be vomit. He slowly raised his hand to his face and sniffed his fingers. Nothing. It seemed, for a moment, odorless. But no, he suddenly caught a faint

Chapter One SubmissionHe rubbed the patch with his fingers. It was hard, dry. It reminded him of cat vomit dried into carpet. Paul smelled his fingers, glad no one was around to see it. It smelled like dog food. Something inside him liked it and he didn't know why.

He threw his clothes onto the bathroom floor, tinted green with age and mold, and took out a miniature pair of scissors to clip his facial hair and placed them on the bathroom sink. He hoped that he could shower off his discomfort, that arid smell.

Paul dragged his finger down the water-spotted mirror, opening the blanket of steam like a surgeon opening a limb bloated with fat. He dragged his finger d

Odyssey II Submission: Chapter OneCHAPTER ONE: WORLD'S END

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. – J.M. Barrie

The young redhaired woman was admiring herself in a full-length mirror. The vintage dress she was modeling reflected her fondness for the antique. She still laughed to think of how as a teenager she'd wandered from Victoria Station all the way down to the World's End area of the King's Road, somehow naively thinking that some glittering remnant of a 1960s storefront would magically appear.

A casual observer might have placed her in her late 20s or early 30s, with a sly smile that suggested a rare intelligence bubbling just below

Strange BeginningsPaul saw instantly that something had gone terribly wrong as soon as he turned down the street upon which the dry cleaners was located where he had dropped off his vomit stained trousers. It was a surreal feeling. Just moments ago he was here in this same spot and everything appeared perfectly normal, and now, he felt like he stepped into a movie. There were police cars, an ambulance, fire truck on the block and the building of the dry cleaners was taped off in police tape. Groups of officers were huddled together conversing. A barrier had been erected to keep civilians back.

When he woke up this morning he felt almost as if he had spent a n

Odyssey Project II Chapter 1It wasn't until later, in his room, that Paul found the little vomit stain on his trousers. He regarded it with a little bit of surprise, having not noticed that the red-haired man had vomited at all. He'd been watching the whole time and nothing had come from the man's mouth as he had lain upon Paul.

Paul supposed he ought to not care, so he stripped off his trousers and put on a fresh khaki pair that he actually rather liked. As a rule, he'd never liked khaki, feeling that it made him seem to be more middle-aged than he really was. He was thirty, by God! In the prime of his life! Isn't that what they always said?

It was only as he was sli

The Kirian Dimension and a Vomit Creature.The vomit jumped off his trousers, and grew to the size of a human. It transformed into a human or was it an animal? It had soft silvery eyes and long blue hair pulled back into a plait. It, for I don't know what else to call it, had the ears of an owl and the tail of a wolf. It had wings like an angel; the only thing normal about it was it had a human face and human arms and legs. "Who and what are you?" Paul asked the creature. It took a step towards Paul and Paul took a step back. For a normal world things are certainly abnormal. Paul thought to himself. He looked at what the creature was wearing. It wore a normal everyday T with a gold d

Chapter 1 again

He woke up on the floor of a moving subway train, with his hand handcuffed onto one of the rails. He did not know why he was there. On his wrist was a watch fused onto his arm, displaying the number 604800.

"You are infected, Paul." An unfamiliar voice called out to him. He looked across the train, there sat a stylish teenage girl. Her clothing had an overdone abundance of colors- to a point her giant lollipop became a fitting accessory. On both side contrasting her was a line of large man dressed with the same black suit.

She took a bite from her lollipop, crunching it crudely while she continued.

"All infected losses sanity, attacks

Kami Makes His Move..Paul stared at the vomit that lay smeared across his clothes. It made him feel uneasy. He had an eerie feeling that something was definitely amiss.
It had struck him at first glance that the vomit was still wet, although it had been over an hour since he had left the subway. Under normal circumstances, he would have been surprised, but there was more to it - something so horrifying that it completely eradicated this concern.
"Science definitely can't explain this." Paul thought, as he stood naked beside the bathroom door, his eyes glued to the vomit on his trousers.
His mind, no, his very soul, for some inexplicable reaso

A bloody coincidence.London was calling, but her once sensuous voice failed to tempt Paul. An angry migraine pounded in time with the lazy bass of a stereo located somewhere in the hostel, and not for the first time Paul cursed the wafer thin films of plaster that passed as walls. He could have afforded a better place – he should have – but Paul had hoped to reignite his love affair with London by returning to the place where it all started. Unfortunately, somehow in the last thirteen years, this once fair succubus of a city had transformed into a sleazy page six call girl. It was with a deep sense of irony Paul realised that, despite its cold welcome,

THE STAINPaul had just arrived at the Hotel, his first of many stops in London to meet up with Business personnel. He had on his best 3 piece suit that was handed down from his great Great Grandfather. Paul had just discovered that the man that had the seizure on the train vomited on Paul's pants.... It wasn't really vomit, it looked as if Paul had gone to the restroom and leaked through his pants. The stain was about the size of a half dollar.
Paul looked at his watch, he had 3 hours before his meeting, just long enough to clean his pants and get a bite to eat.
Paul called room service. Before he even heard a dial tone he heard a woman's voice

Chapter I: Maybe, it's a karma thingPaul wished he had something else to change into. But, since the trousers were irreplaceable at the moment, a lot of water and a bar of hotel soap would have to do. After much effort, the stain was gone in all but spirit, but it was the spirit that made the clothes feel dirty, ruined somehow. London had given Paul a sign, and not a hopeful one; ever since he walked away from a subway a feeling of unease had clung to his mind (but then, bad is how you feel when you're fucking useless).

Still, Paul's appointment was an hour away, the stain was gone and maybe, just maybe, the situation was a karma thing – stumble into shit in the morning

Odyssey 2 chapter 1Paul was in his room trying to clean the vomit stain off of his trousers, but no matter how he scrubbed or what he put on it the stain stood there like it had clawed itself on the cloth of the pants. It felt as thought it was staying there and laughing back at him and it even started to smell as he scrubbed it more he finally gave up feeling his hands weak from all the scrubbing he felt the stench from the stain make his head dizzy, his stomach turn upside down and in a couple of minutes he was throwing up himself.
After that he decided to put the clothes he wore today in the trash bin. He felt awfully tired and his head started to hurt. ''

vomitPaul -bemused and inexplicably mortified after the event of which he still bore the stubborn stains on his clothes- remembered that awkward, unnaturally childlike, constantly trembling and blank faced classmate of his, who had very tactlessly been nicknamed 'vomit'.

Poking ruthless fun at Vomit was everyone's guilty pleasure, but Paul was a sort of silent misfit fringe-monkey type in the school environment, and openly but not loudly objected to the common practice while keeping a safe compassionate distance. In the hidden depths of his shaky adolescent soul Paul feared that Vomit was contagious and that due to his lack of any firm

Demons LurkODYSSEY II Submission:
Chapter I

Demons Lurk

Paul cursed under his breath as he rinsed the fabric beneath the silvery faucet of the bathtub. His eyes wandered around the small tan-colored bathroom as he blindly scrubbed the fouled area with a white washcloth. He had a sensitive stomach and couldn't bear to imagine someone else's vomit coming into contact with his own fingers. From the corner of his right eye he detected a redness across his bare thigh—the same area where the epileptic's vomit had been.

He wrung out his trousers and hung them over the towel rack. Then he climbed into the shower to cleanse himself of the evening's stra

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400 words minus the prompt: It wasn't until later, in his room, that Paul found the little vomit stain on his trousers...

Paul in his hotel room, magic spells, and death.

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