The Gunge Tank

And here’s a nice little story with a fun twist ending.


The bouncer squeezed my arm as he forced me up and towards the tank on stage. Grace, giddy as a school girl whose been told she can have whatever she wants from the tuck shop, skipped over to the tank and opened the door awaiting me. She curtsied as I was thrust upon the stool in the middle of the tank. I looked directly in front of me as the door clicked into place, to see Grace grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I looked around me to see if there was any chance of escape and noticed the gunge from the night before was still in the corners. It looked like it had started to congeal in the corners and something I wouldn’t touch with rubber gloves on. Rubber gloves on a robotic arm that I controlled from a thousand miles away. And my best friend was about to dump…

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About VanillaXSlime

So I'm a WAM author (Suzi's Slop Drop, The Kayotics, The A-Z of Gunge II, Goo Your Own Way, miscellaneous other stuff), the administrator of, a fan of metal, punk and gothic music, an occasional cosplayer and bassist. Twitter: ECG: UMD:
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