Chapter 7 - Worth Fighting For
The core shaft was begin to shake wildly as more and more explosions made toxic gas leak out around the shaft. main power began to fail as sparks flew around them and the lighting in the shaft was becoming weaker.
A Maiden's Petals
His toxic body slurped and belched across the grass, killing it as he passed over it, clawing towards her. "come to me you little flower. let me fill you with my toxic love!"
Corporate Pride
"noooo, to make fang less toxic!" "have you run this by bruce?" "what needs to be run down by bruce?" bruce asked, entering the room. "red want fang to celebrate pride month" zander said.
Don't Go Eating Random Berries
This devilishly toxic berry lures pokemon in with a delectable sweet aroma," felix read outloud, mostly in a vain attempt to drown out the noises of intensified frustration from kit.
Revelation
Decades passed without a treaty, fresh air was now toxicity, a gas mask now the joie de vivre. though this was long ago. now the world no longer gleamed, war now seemed to be so fleeting. with nothing left to be undone, though this was long ago.
Birds of a Feather Prologue
With their nuclear and other kinds of extremely toxic waste, humanity was poised to poison the earth, permanently rendering it inhospitable to all forms of life.
Translucent Green
The fact that his factories turned the mountain into a cesspool of toxic chemicals was of no concern to him.
Fur Suit. Chapter 9 of 24
Disappointed, the naked man in the glittering suit jogged off to continue his original mission of investigating a toxic mine. braid hummed, enjoying bonding again with the alien.
The Walnut Tree
Putting a name to the substance (juglone) doesn't help her, only makes her feel more connected to her toxic nature. the poison kills all that surrounds her until only grass remains. her fruit stains the hands a long-lasting cocoa.
Beyond the Deep - Spooktober Horror Story
She had been swimming in a tomb, a dark place where the living didn't belong; and she had no inclination whatsoever to return to the pressuring blackness of the toxic bedrock.
Poison Mistletoe
My toxic loves of bloodiest nightmares as i stand on which the same day i used to have everything, now i found that i've lost everything, by being alone. i grieve for you once more, as do for all who i fell for, past, future and present.
December's Hope
Yet, as the snow lands upon the dreary terrain, faces grow upon the faceless and desolate feelings are poured down the toxic drain. lights shine upon the alley ways and the singing drifts through the streets.