/lit/ - Literature

"Some dude on Reddit/conspiracy claims he knows of an all-girls school in upstate NY that was secretly taken over by space parasites. He says the wife of a janitor who worked at the school (until mysteriously disappearing) told him her husband had seen terrible things at school. He'd seen things that were so abhorrent to his human mind that he'd repressed them until it was too late. He said it all started one day while he was working in one of the boiler rooms and happened to peer into a vent--for he often sought out the fresh air that wafted from them. He said he saw a girl walk into a bathroom stall, where, unbeknownst to her, a hideous life form, unlike any he'd before seen, was lying in wait. The worm-like entity became erect and projected a syringe-like proboscis, with which it repeatedly jabbed the unsuspecting girl, causing her to become unconscious, after which it slithered into one of her orifices and seemingly took over her mind and body: for when the girl recovered her eyes were entirely blank and her comportment at first robotic. The janitor, after observing a rash of similar attacks, surmised that the creatures pretend to be the girls they've invaded by accessing their memories and then imitating their normal behavior. From that point on the creatures, according to the ever observant janitor, began to prey on more and more girls at the school when no one was watching: mercilessly stinging them and inserting themselves into them. Eventually the entire school consisted of parasitized girls who then went on to replicate the invasion in other nearby schools (the janitor was part of a fraternity of janitors who'd noticed similar strange stirrings in the bathrooms of other area girl schools). Most of the gruesome attacks occurred in restrooms, but not all. Finally a scientist from MIT who happened to be in the area stumbled upon one of the tentacled creatures roaming free in a park, accidentally released by one of the girls when she was micturating behind some bushes. He took the creature to his lab and concluded it couldn't be possibly of this world, he also suspected the creature was of a hostile species and alerted authorities. The authorities put out an alert to the local public, but it was too late, as the parasites had extended to other towns' schools. It's surmised the parasitized girls are working telepathically in unison to take over more and more territory by taking over more and more girls until all school girls planet-wide are working for the mysterious entity that has mastery over the parasitic worms controlling them. The creature plans to have its army of hundreds of millions of girls secretly seduce the most powerful government officials of their respective nations and thus disarm them all through blackmail in order to take control of their respective governments and install a unitary world dictatorship held together by the latter's addiction to a viscous fluid emitted by the parasitized girls that tastes and smells like..."

"I was a young kid, just starting college, first time living in a dorm and all the rest. It was a big dorm, basically an apartment-like complex. The laundromats were in the basement; start using them soon after I move in. I use them at night. Orphaned panties and bras are a common sight, principally in the lost and found, but also forgotten in dryers and what not. I get the urge to discretely confiscate some while doing my own laundry (an excellent alibi, kill two birds with one stone, etc). Decide best time for the mission is late at night. So I go down, coast is clear; put my laundry in the washer; look around and notice a basket full of fresh girl's dirty laundry. Like a vulture I alight and take a quick scan. I find my rancid prey and steal them quick: couple of appetizing, dainty panties. Then as I'm getting ready to leave I notice another laundry basket with yet more feminine booty to plunder. I go at it and quickly find more stale unmentionables to nab: my stash consists of four or five used knickers, which I readily put in my backpack and skid-addle. When I reach my dorm room I'm flushed, hot and bothered, and ready to sniff out my prize. But when I take them out what do I find: not once, not twice, but thrice (from the two respective baskets): *shit* that's so thick, layered, and caked that it looks like mud (but it hell doesn't smell like mud, but rather like what it is: old, sour-smelling, dried poop). I think to myself is it possible that this is a common occurrence in this supposedly bourgeois and civilized college I attend? Is it possible that it's a quotidian matter that girls either don't know or just don't bother with a half assed effort to wipe well? Doesn't so much caked on shit, in a little thin and dainty cotton panty, end up stinking to high heaven during class, lunch, cheerleading practice, whatever it easy these literally dirty-assed girls were doing with their day? I expected to find girl's dirty laundry, which I did: but hidden in those baskets was the fact that the school was full of dirty girls. Girls who it literally appeared would have been better off still wearing diapers--certainly as far as the massacre committed to their panties was concerned."

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"The owners of a child star are like leaseholders—their property diminishes in value every year. … Miss Shirley Temple’s case, though, has peculiar interest: Infancy is her disguise, her appeal is more secret and more adult. Already two years ago she was a fancy little piece (real childhood, I think, went out after The Littlest Rebel). In Captain January she wore trousers with the mature suggestiveness of a Dietrich: her neat and well-developed rump twisted in the tap-dance: her eyes had a sidelong searching coquetry. Now in Wee Willie Winkie, wearing short kilts, she is completely totsy. Watch her swaggering stride across the Indian barrack-square: hear the gasp of excited expectation from her antique audience when the sergeant’s palm is raised: watch the way she measures a man with agile studio eyes, with dimpled depravity. Adult emotions of love and grief glissade across the mask of childhood, a childhood skin-deep."