Feces: A Short Story

Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would

Footsteps started towards his door from the dark corridor outside it. Slow, steady, purposeful footsteps, edging ever closer to his lonely, dark room. David reached above his head and turned his gas lamp up, so that it lit the room with flickering orange, creating strange shadows that danced on the walls like a five-year olds nightmare.

“There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted

I look up and glare at him. Now was not the time to mess with me.

Moving to find a more comfortable position in the armchair, he cleared his throat before taking a long sip of the coffee. “She didn’t have the typical look of a junkie or a street person.”

He sighed. "And I'm pretty sure that this boy here will not sell-" The man gasped as he gave the rancher a good stare. "Wait... Is that really you?"

The bar was cluttered and messed with shot glasses and beer bottles, most of which that dripped onto the surface of the counter. Carvings surrounded the bar; produced by previous customers and drunkies. Behind the bar stood the bartender, a short, stocky, middle-aged man who wore a deep frown just below his handlebar mustache. Just one look at the man, one could see a great loneliness beneath the hardened exterior of the man. It seemed almost as though he had lost something very dear to him, yet it was hard to tell what.

In her room, Louise sinks into a comfortable chair and looks out her window. Immediately the image of relaxation seems to strike oddly. Reading this story should

There wasn't anything to do but talk. So the two talked quietly about the past. After the sun went down, they decided to sleep. The rock hard floor was very uncomfortable, and they both were still awake when the guard came up to check on the

As you probably know by now, we lived in a nice neighborhood in a nice big colonial house. Everyone’s lawns were nice and tidy as were most of the homes. So when one wasn’t up to community “Par” it stood out. Well, there was one of those one block over on St. James Avenue. They were given the title, “The Slobs” by the local kiddies. Yeah, kids can definitely be bastards.

Have you ever read Mr. Stink? David Walliams’s novel of masterpiece? David’s fiction figure, Chloe was really like to bullied by her school friends. They said that Chloe was a loser.

“What, you got a problem with how things are run here? Then leave. Otherwise get outta my face.”

“Oh come on, you’ll be living here. Also, what do you do for a living?” He changed the topic. He had always been into girls who made money. He wasn’t much for personality, I guess.

Cat feces is categorized as a teratogen because it is directly linked to an infection called Toxoplasma gondii, or toxoplasmosis. Toxoplasmosis is caused by a parasite that replicates in the host’s intestines and then shed into the feces. Felines, including domesticated cats, are hosts for toxoplasmosis (Many & Koren, 2006). While most mammals and birds are also hosts for toxoplasma gondii, felines are the only animals that pass the infection through their feces (Elmore et al., 2010). Thus, while humans can become infected with toxoplasmosis in numerous ways, one potential method is through the ingestion of cat feces. Regarding pregnancy, this infection can have devastating effects on a fetus, particularly in the early stages of pregnancy (Dunn et al., 1999).

In a smallish windowless office a nervous intern waits anxiously. His palms are sweaty and his knee won't stop shaking, He thinks about what he assumes this... what he knows this meeting must be about and he tries to relax. He looks around, thinks about pacing the room, thinks better of it, just like he has for the last 20 minutes. He keeps checking his retro flip phone for the time, only the time function works as well as calls but the inner screen broke so he can't play any games. He thinks about if they purposely face the chair away from the door just to make him more anxious.