Brown Slime Stories

The Failure

She turned back to her desk and stared down at her math test. 

Her answers were wrong, all of them. 

It was an absolute disaster, and now she was totally screwed.

Ms. Johnson cleared her throat loudly.

"Isabella," she said, shaking her head. "You were the only student not to pass the test. You need to accept your punishment."

Isabella didn't know what to say. She was dumbfounded. She had never failed a test before in her life, and now she'd failed the most important one.

She opened her mouth to argue, but then closed it again when she realized there was nothing she could say to change the teacher's mind.

Instead, Isabella cringed and reluctantly lifted her head up to face the stern-looking middle-aged woman standing before her. She tugged at a lock of her long sandy-brown hair nervously, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to avoid eye contact with her teacher.

"I know," she mumbled. "I just wish it wasn't so... gross."

Ms. Johnson raised an eyebrow at her.

"It's treated to kill all the germs," she argued sternly. "But if you think it's so gross, maybe you should study harder for your next test."

Isabella nodded in agreement.

She couldn't disagree with that. Not studying was the main reason she'd failed. And now she was going to have to pay the price for her stupidity.

"The rest of you might want to cover your noses," she announced. "Isabella, chin up."

The distraught teenager looked around the room as her classmates giggled and snickered at her misfortune. They were all watching her closely, waiting eagerly for her punishment to begin.

Kevin, the boy sitting next to her, held his smartphone up to get a video of the event.

"Smile, Izzy!" he teased her. "This one's gonna go viral!"

Isabella wanted nothing more than to sink through the floor and disappear forever. She hated being the center of attention like this. She was always so shy and quiet, preferring to spend most of her time alone reading books or playing video games.

A public punishment like this was the last thing she needed...

Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as she tried to keep her composure.

She took a deep breath and held it as she reluctantly tilted her face up higher and glanced nervously into the mouth of the pipe now hanging about a foot above her head.

There was a loud gurgling sound coming from somewhere within its dark depths, followed by what sounded like rushing water.

And then it happened.

Isabella squeezed her eyes shut and winced in disgust as a huge wave of warm, sloppy semi-solid sewage poured out of the opening, splashing directly onto her face.

It completely covered her eyes, nose and mouth as it piled atop her head and shoulders before spilling down onto her chest and stomach.

The foul-smelling slime oozed down the front of her light pink t-shirt and over her white shorts, turning them both into nasty lumpy brown messes in seconds.

Isabella tried desperately to hold her breath, but it was no use. The sheer weight of the disgusting stuff pressing down on her head forced her mouth open, allowing the stench of it to flow inside and fill up every corner.

It was horrible.

The smell was so strong it practically had a taste—one which nearly made her throw up right then and there.