Slime Novels & Stories

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A shiver raked her spine as the rain increased, but the cold and clothes damper than her spirits failed to motivate her to reach up and pull her hood over her head, maybe delaying the rain from seeping deeper into her bones, yet she simply sniffled, her trembling fingers failing with the lid of the wine bottle she had retrieved. She knew it would take the whole bottle to make her at least tipsy, and her stomach would not hold so much fluid. She dreaded the feeling of a bloated stomach, holding more than it was used to, but she knew she would have to deal with it soon if she wanted to put this night behind her as she kept her eyes scanning the horizon for the nearest playground she could camp

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.

Nancy had them open their books; on the page to the left was the picture of the different colored slimes, with information written on the bottom. "Another thing to know about slimes is that they can regenerate their body back to normal shape as long as one of their cells remain, so slimes cannot truly die unless you break their core. By collecting their core, one can use them to gain an endless supply of the slime liquid to use in potions. Slimes are very protective of its core, which functions as its heart, and would do its utmost to

Something smelled so bad that it cut through Juicy's unconsciousness. Her head moved slowly from side to side. The pain in the back of her head was magnificent. She sucked in a breath before remembering that the smell was also magnificent. She tried to bring her hand up to her nose and that hurt so much that she let it fall back to the ground. No...not ground. She was lying on layers of something. What? She wasn't sure but it wasn't the cement ground of the alley. Juicy's eyes widened. Where was she and how had she gotten here?

I ask. Me and Liam are total opposites. Mainly because he looks like someone from the Arctic race, blonde haired, blue eyes and pale skin, whereas I'm warm, brunet, with brown eyes. If I am to be honest I should be the one calling him Icy, not the other way around.

The incomprehensible mystery of being. Kit's fingers rake the wet lump, crush it, grind it. A handful of black earth with a rustle crumbles over white, in sharp contrast. As sharply as the contrast between life and death. “Goodbye, friend…” she says softly.