Hot water poured into the bathtub, and bubbles frothed from the pink soapy liquid Megan squirted into the stream. Waiting for the bath to fill, she arranged the shampoo bottles neatly on the edge of the tub. She poked a toe into the water. Perfect temperature, and almost full. Slipping out of her robe, she stepped into the water and sat down.
The bath felt warm and a little tingly against her skin. The day had been stressful, and Megan vowed never to play DDR for 4 hours straight again. Rubbing her aching calves, she lay back and waited for the tub to fill completely.
The water level rose vigorously, the rose-scented bubbles rising up past her chest. The tub wasn't full yet, so she reached for the soap. It was a rather large, nondescript hunk of white. She had been using it for a week, but it seemed larger than usual. It was the size of her hand, and it soon slipped from her grasp and plunged into the tub.
Megan's chin brushed the layer of bubbles, and she leaned forward to turn off the faucet. She couldn't reach, so she crawled to her knees and scooched forward. The knob was so far away, and the bubbles brushed her lips.
She grabbed the knob and tried to turn, but she couldn't fit her hand all the way around it. Her hand slipped, and she plunged face first into the warm bubbles. She quickly surfaced and wiped the soap from her eyes. Standing up, the water reached her waist. She gripped the knob with both hands and turned. Oops, wrong way. The scalding water burst from the faucet, and she jumped as it burned her legs.
The bathtub was full, up to her chest now, and she tried to run to the opposite end. She slipped and submerged in the hot water, and the bubbles filled her mouth and nostrils. She reached for the bathtub edge, over her head. Her skin screamed from the heat, and the bubbles choked her.
"What the fuck!" Megan hollered, her voice a tiny squeak. Pulling herself onto the bathtub ledge, she inched towards the bottle of bubble bath formula. Wiping the stinging soap out of her eyes, she glared at the label. "I KNEW I shouldn't have bought that crap at the dollar store!" She grumbled to herself.
The happy face on the bottle grinned at her, and she shoved it into the bath. The bottle floated on a glistening pink wave, the face still smiling. Megan stood on the ledge and leaned against a shampoo bottle. Her body dripped tiny, slick beads at her feet. It was a long way down to the floor.
A contest entry
- I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Delfishie.
350 points, ended May 7, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest - Clickyity Click! by asthray.heart.
450 points, ended April 27, 2007, 18 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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Lol, sounds like somthin to happen to me!DDR, overflowing tubs?yep thats me to a T!
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Lol this was funny, nice job, interesting theme you used as well. The bath tub, is DDR a sport?
Thank you for entering in the contest and good luck
Lady Madeline.
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DDR = Dance Dance Revolution
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This was really bizarre...just the kind of story I like! Perhaps "The Incredible Shrinking Woman!" should instead be the title....of course I'm kidding...however, "Sea of Bubbles" doesn't do this story justice either. Good job, cool story!
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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"What the fuck!" Megan hollered
What the fuck indeed.
Hehehe. Wow. So the soap shrinks people, huh? Cheap ass dollar store shit. Tut tut.
That's what happens when you try to save a few bucks and buy all your toiletries at the dollar store.
*snicker*
Wow. But! But! "Sea of Bubbles"! That's the BEST title you could come up with? You have a super original story about someone who SHRINKS in a hot BATH and "Sea of Bubbles" is the most original title you could come up with? Shame!
Great job. C'est muy bien!
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Alas, good titles have never been my strong point. They tend to be last-minute endeavors, when I find myself staring at the screen, wondering what to call the literary monstrosity I just spewed, so that I might save and submit and then either go to bed or put off going to bed some more.
I am to stories what bad parents are to children. While the children may turn out all right eventually, the parents give them atrocious names like Thelmer or LaWanda. My grandmother was recently telling me that some uncle or great-uncle of hers was named Thelmer Eugene Whateverthelastnamewas. On his first day of kindergarten, he told everyone his name was Jefferson Davis Whateverthelastnamewas, and from then on, everyone called him Jeff.
Maybe I should have gone from crappy and boring to downright horrendous and named the story "Thelmer." Now THERE'S a horror title for you. -
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wait wait wait
So instead of being Thelmer Eugene, he changed his name to the LEADER of the Confederate States during the Civil War?
What kind of thought process is that? "Oh, I don't like my highly original name. I think I'd rather be known as a slave owner."
Heh. I don't like my last name. Maybe I'll change it to something better.
"Hi! My name's Megan Bin Laden! Would you like fries with that?"
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