Dropping Acid Novels & Stories

Grace slapped Emily's face, "Emily, how could you hurt my son with acid! There's a bathroom in your room, why didn't you wash the acid off his face with water? Why did you use a cloth? Were you trying to delay time to disfigure Herry?" But the slap didn't land on Emily's face. Emily nimbly stepped back, avoiding the slap, and said calmly: "If I wanted to disfigure him, I wouldn't have wiped the acid off his face." "You..." Logan, enraged, raised his hand to strike her: "Do you have any conscience? Herry is still so young! He's my son! Why are you so mean?" "Sir, please calm down. You misunderstood this young lady," the doctor quickly intervened: "Acid reacts with water by releasing a lot of

Well good for her at least. "Tie back any loose hair securely," Ms. Zaytseva added once we were all set. I quickly bundled up my thick dark ponytail and tucked it underneath my floral headscarf for extra protection. Satisfied with our preparations, Ms. Zaytseva launched into an explanation of our acid reaction experiment. She held up a glass beaker with a colorless liquid. "You'll be testing different base compounds to trigger pH reactions with this hydrochloric acid solution. But I must warn you - one drop of acid on your skin, and it will immediately cause a nasty burn."

"Mia's young, pretty, and caring too, so it's easy to see why you made that mistake." The silence in the room was stifling, but it was shattered with a sudden cry of pain. Mia stood there in her white dress, eyes red and rimmed with tears, looking like a startled rabbit. Somehow, at some point, she'd ended up with a thin silver acupuncture needle stuck into the back of her hand, the tip of the needle still trembling faintly. "Terrence…" She muttered, her voice close to a sob but clear enough that everyone in the room could hear, "Y-You've been having heart palpitations, and I wanted to help with acupuncture, but I'm too clumsy…"

The laughing, shrieking crowd around us went dead silent in an instant. Then the entire street erupted. Tourists who'd been gleefully soaking each other seconds ago were now shoving and clawing their way in the opposite direction. The kid's father stood frozen, staring at the chaos. Then he jabbed a finger at my face and snarled. "What the hell are you talking about? "Who's spraying acid? It's plain tap water! Here, look!" He snatched the water gun from his daughter's hands and aimed it at the ground, ready to spray.

Quinn shouted, “has it worked?” Shooting Quinn a filthy look he headed back down the dust filled corridor where the sound of steam hissing out of broken pipes whistled with annoyance. “No! Hinges still on!” Before anyone could groan Cyrus’s voice rose again. “Acid. We make hydrochloric acid.” “How do you know that will work?”

I asked with a shocked expression. " It's impossible to climb on and not much damage if we pour acid on it, unlike bricks." The guard grinned as he tapped his fist against the metal wall. " What?! What kind of acid is that??" Manor exclaimed. " MA 79." The guard informed with a pointing finger huge cauldron filled with boiling hot green acid. " MA?" I wonder out loud, not being familiar with such a type of acid. " Misaki's acid. She created it but called it 79, which I assume is the experiment number. So we just call it Misaki's acid. MA for short. " The guard shrugged.

𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔? 𝐷𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑠?' My subconsciousness didn't hesitate to make me feel horrible. I walked into the room without more difficulty this time since I was using the crutch. I dropped the crutch and then dragged my leg to the bathroom to take a shower.

But then, much to my horrific disbelief, the spot just beside the wash sink where the liquid had splashed began to change color, and before I knew it, it started collapsing. Wait, what?! My jaw literally dropped to the floor, and my eyes widened to ten times the size of saucers as my brain finally started to process what had just happened. The nature of the liquid... finally registered in my head. Acid. Wait, what?!

"And yesterday, when we were going over the assignment together, she had no idea what the difference was between acids and bases; she thought a base was her concealer." "You can borrow my workbook if you want." Andy pipes up beside me, sliding his workbook over to Jupiter. I should find it irritating that he was eavesdropping on our private conversation, but instead, I get a spark of excitement out of the fact that he's talking to us. "I colour code the acids red and the bases blue, that way I know what shelf to look for them and what not to mix together, it might help her to understand the method if she did it this way too." "That's actually really...smart," Jupiter says to Andy, looking im