An Unusual Encounter
Her belly was next, causing the rotting floors to collapse more easily now that there was a larger hole.
Evac Day +254
I will not end up another rotting bag of flesh laying on the ground. i will not. my eyes are my own. they belong in my head, not in the belly of some flesh-eating scavenger. my eyes are mine. i will not end up like them. i refuse to.
Scribbles of the Insane #1
I was thinking about it, but honestly, writing is the base ground of what we really know of the past or what might happen to the future, because stories are either written by the fresh minds of the youth or the wise minds of the elder, before their minds rot
May Poems of 2018
Following a path, evading wrath, following in line, i say "i'm fine.", but i'm not, my heart, it slowly starts to rot. where is the meaning, where is the way, time starts to pass, my mind begins to decay, where do i go?, just where-ever?!
Curly's Backstory, v.1
They cried, "we've been left to rot and die!" and so, helios simply...gave up. his work was meaningless if the people would not believe in him. he needed something, or someone, to take his place, both in blame and in responsibility.
The Voice Within: Vying for Control
_"you before that had wanted to die, i encouraged your mind to either meld with mine, or slowly rot away, but you chose to take action and try to end it yourself. you loathed being in the sidelines and allowing me to have all of the fun.
Survivor's Podcast
Vile bastard, hope he rots in hell." "well, i'm going to get my shit take out of the way: i think he could have been a good person, had circumstances had been better." "i disagree. i'm a former addict myself and i love my bros."
Ch 4. By Dawn We Meet Again
Immediately shattered, scattered memories drowned his vision, remembering dreams of waking up in those arms, only to turn around and find nothingness, or to find him but then wake up alone, or to find him rotting and dead, or to find him alive, but angry or
Resonance Universe (V2) - United States map
It's a black-and-grey need that can transform into an addicting vice, or perhaps an evil act that rots your core into mulch.
Bloodstains
I sear your eyes with those you've killed, with what you have have now wrought, the hearts you've torn and ripped with glee and those you've left to rot.
Blackfish
I eat your dead fish that taste like rot in my mouth because i would starve otherwise. but love? forgiveness? you may have forgotten what your kind did to me, but i never will.
My Quotes. 2.
Then you will have to cut off your finger or let your finger rot.