Exploding Toilet Novels & Stories

I have to sprint to the bathroom to avoid public shame. Except when I sit—BOOM. The toilet explodes. Not violently, but enough to make me yelp and flail like a cat on a slip-and-slide. “Caden!” I scream. He busts in like someone fired a gun, eyes wild. “They booby-trapped the toilet seat!” I yell, waving him away as I try to regain dignity. He plants himself between me and the hallway like a gentleman bodyguard. “Ohhh, you little shits fucked with Luna,” he says with theatrical warning. “I’d eat up and get out quick. She scares even me.”

Lily’s silver eyes widened. “Oh no.” “What?” I asked. She pointed toward the walls. Small circular devices were unfolding from hidden compartments. Each emitted a pulsing red light. Dr. Morrison’s face drained of color. “Compression charges.” “English!” Christopher yelled. “They’re going to bring the tunnels down!” The first explosion shook the ground. Then another. And another. The entire passage lurched violently. Cracks raced across the ceiling. Concrete slabs crashed between us and the Cleaners. Dust swallowed everything.

"It pumps liquid nitrogen into the drill core to keep it from overheating." "So?" "So," Tristan said, a dangerous smile forming. "If we rupture it... the liquid nitrogen hits the superheated air of the corridor." "Rapid expansion," Saoirse realized. "An explosion." "A big one. It might blow the door off." "Or it might kill us." "We hide around the corner," Tristan said. "Ready?" Saoirse nodded. She charged a fireball in her hand. Tristan used his climbing axe to pry the maintenance panel loose. He exposed the pipe.