Chapter Three *The Watcher*
I hope this is a good read :) the dark figure watched them, watched the lone prisoners in their rotting cells, wallowing in their self-pity.
Pale She
Frost-rimed remnants rot. some paler she asks: do you see the sky through me? do i frame its mien? that pale she lacks words. she does not speak, cannot speak without the wind's hum.
Eternal Vigilant Companion
All passion has bled from me all joy has rotted away look out upon this vast barren valley breathe in the vapors taste the rain. take a perilous step with broken sandals bask in the sun feel the pain.
Through the Looking Glass: Pennance: Prologue
With his skill, he defeated the notorious criminal tai lung, who had lusted after the legendary dragon scroll for 20 years of rotting in prison. however, this came with a price; tai lung had a great blow dealt to his ego.
IN THE CITY WHERE THEY PAVED THE ROADS WITH OUR TONGUES AND TEETH
Neighbors staring as if they needed to drive a dagger into our chest we think and think and think and the dirt under our nails spreads to our palms, our wrists, up our limbs--gangrenous this rot we dig and dig and we dug a burrow and hid our bones
The Brink: The day of opening.
He nodded and crawled into the back area, tossing the girl a pair of pants and a half rotted t shirt.
In the Shadows of Kryckwood - Ch. 14 (MHO)
The wooden portions were heavily rotted away, and most of the roof was gone, with the remnants having long since collapsed.
A Place at the End of the World
It was an old farmhouse, like he'd seen in the archives, though the house was barely there--just a few walls of rotting wood and stone. he wondered what had used to grown here. carrots? apples? hay?
Runt - Chapter 2
Not corpse rot. or maybe. even rotted meat carried a memory of what it smelled like when it was fresh. it was that sort of smell. approaching as if stalking a prey, i followed the unusual smell.
Scarred Love
I sat upon a cut down tree, it's bark had rot long ago, pieces started to fall away onto the damp grass as i ran my thin pale, bloodied, fingers across the surface, i stood up and walked steadily to the door of my cabin, it was old and worn, the roof leaked
Sunset
Walking by trees, flowers, peaceful animals, and little puddles she felt alive for the first time in her life, her silver hair flowing behind her in a breeze that smelled of rotting wood , water, and freshly downed rain.
My ending
I will pray that you won't suffer like i did but , part of me wants you to understand what it is what it is to love and care but then again, you can rot in your despair i'd never give a second thought to if it was fair i just know that i'm done