The Mook Maker, Chapter 2: The Root of All Evil
Eventually, i just collapsed on the decaying cobbled road that cut through the forest, unable to move as my foot hurt, bruised from the ordeal of running through the forest, barefoot.
Coming Home
"earth below us / drifting, falling / floating weightless / coming home" -peter schilling three hundred and forty-five klicks above the earth, the mess toaster from the station europa circles the planet in a decaying orbit.
The Haunted Pants
That smell again; the stink of something damp and decaying. it polluted the air, filling the bus with a horrible reek. sam clamped his muzzle shut and tried not to gag on the stink.
A sample scene
Perched atop a decaying pier, lurching across the floral bayou below, through a crack in the canopy, a pair of hooded eyes hold their gaze. brows may rise in pity, but irises shrivel in anticipation. will it feel it?
THE FRONT: PART 4
He raised his rifle and pointed it through the parapet slit and used the barrel to knock the decaying arm out of sight. that made him feel slightly better, but the fear was still there, worming around in his gut with no way to escape.
Nala's Venture: Leaving the Pridelands
Having said that, the story of nala opens up in her young adult years with the pridelands in an advanced state of decay under the rule of scar.
Happy Easter
But within that wonderful decaying ring with countless wholes each housing an effige of shit, a portal was summoned and guts came to fight. "my love i shall die by your side!" he said sexily and animuly and they kissed.
May Poems of 2018
Where is the meaning, where is the way, time starts to pass, my mind begins to decay, where do i go?, just where-ever?!, everything seems to suck forever. let me be in peace, leave me sane, let me write poetry and play computer games.
A Legend is Born
She watched as her mother and father become nothing more than more piles of flesh and blood to add to the carnage and decay. she watched the emerald studded finger of a trainer flick through the air signaling the final attack which ended her clan.
Evac Day +254
Even walking down a street, there is no escape from the withered and decaying forms, their putrid, nauseating stench, or their horrible, hollow eye sockets. they lay where they fell.
"He's moving on with his life."
The canvas shall decay. the lights will become broken and burnt. the world will continue to turn. scars will remain to remind the wounded that living can in fact make one stronger.
Death of an Elegant Man
**death of an elegant man** **by rhyne hentzel** three bells toll chimed from their cathedrallion perch the gallows creaked that day with their decaying timber the plaza was filled to the brim of the cries of the poor the masses scream for justice as