The Fart and the Furious

Everyone was in shock. They couldn't even gather up their minds after what they have just witnessed

It was a very unusual sight to have witnessed but they couldn’t stop looking. The horror which was unfolding was making them unable to move from their spots. It was like they were in a trans. ‘It’s too late.’ She thought as she couldn’t move herself from that very spot.

The sludge moved with a life of its own and eyes stared back at them. It screeched like a bird without a tweet or chirp left in it. The aura that left the sludge was one of dread and fear. Panic reigned true as the sludge took a form.

The sludge formed up into the shape of movie star Vin Diesel, but half size and very gooey. Mini-Vin flexed, smiled, and opened his gooey mouth-hole as if to speak. The sound that issued forth was

A guttural, wet fart that became almost a squeak at the end. Followed by an intense fountain of diarrhea. His diarrhea became a thousand mini vins who flexed, smiled and stood on eachothers shoulders to create a full sized vin. An angry full sized vin who had in his hands

a clean, spotless jack-in-the-box with a wry, crooked simper quacked angrily at her. Suddenly, the jack-in-the-box grew in size in an alarming rate until it crowded the space they were in, shocking both her and the full-sized vin.

She was dumbfounded; well, dumbfounded but still in charge of her bodily movement. She ran and ran but it chased her relentlessly. Again and again, she outran it, only for it to quickly catch up to her. This went on and on… and it still goes on in her mind. Because she remembers…