That Strange Ill Fitting Cog
More than pretend they've ever cared they cover it in polish, double check it still works and then act like there's no problem here of course when you actually look at the state of the machine why they do that becomes clear the machine; it's outdated, decrepit
Zero Hour: the Scarlet Freighter
I was deployed on a decrepit freighter out in the baltics somewhere. the name of the freighter was _scarlet rain_, and yes, that is a euphemism for blood.
Pleased Possession
Afterwards, she walked down the crypt's hall, reanimating and reforming the shattered skeletons with a flick of her claws, the decrepit undead making their way back to their resting places.
Tales of the past, A compolation of short stories: Tale One
But the trials of this dark place is the least of his troubles, he has traveled far not considering his surroundings are only made from bones and death, no humanity here in such a decrepit place.
Problems of a Distraught Cub - Intro p.4
These cubs practically lived here in this weatherworn and decrepit building. so in order to make any sort of wages, they made pornographic films with each other and sold copies of it to pervs who are into that kind of thing.
Following In Their Clawmarks To Salvation
Following In Their Clawmarks To Salvation ...
Primal Breakdown
He is never satisfy, and when he demands to speak to my manager i am appalled that my boss sides with this decrepit customer even though he knows outright how much his impossible requests has waned me and my crew.
Identity: Chapter Fifty-Three
The wolf, the coyote, the decrepit mall; all had blurred and faded, replaced instead by a quiet, formless place where only he and his family could exist.
A Friend In The Wastes: The encounter
The room is dark and decrepit, the cement walls starting to crumble. he leaps back through the doorway as he sees movement in one of the corners. he barely avoids a hail of gunfire, aimed at where he had been standing.
Guns of Legend: Chapter Four
Adlis turned to look at the town of everdry, with its ramshackle homes and decrepit buildings. if it weren't for the people still walking the streets despite the growing darkness, she would have believed it to be a ghost town.
Second-Hand Life
Our building is just like all of the others, blown-out windows, leaking roof, and molding innards, decrepit second or third-hand furniture scattered about each room.
Life is cold.
My wife left me, and my son too....my parents died, and i am still in this decrepit house, hoping the nightmare will end soon. every morning i wake up, i ask myself "why won't this end? why i had to live another day, feeling all this pain?