Land of Death: Lotus Flower: Prologue
Buried in the snow, ice, and radiation decay of the surface. the lotus, the key to getting out of this nightmare, my salvation
The Rabies Ward
I thought it was the monster," i say towards the white little league shirt that i could make out on frank, "i mean the smell of mold and decay is completely plugging up my noise."
SSAS (A Poem From Your Friendly Neighborhood Lycanthromancer)
decayed soylent green™ never tasted so grand, the same with the pork guts we put in our spam! anatomical "surplus" purina threw out, we grind 'till its unrecognizeable grout...
Dragon Balloon Day Submission: The Cosmic Lantern
Invincibles may decay and rot when they've spent enough years on earth, but no blade or bullet may conclude the heart of an invincible. the cosmic lantern is not invincible.
Zombiology - Bighorn Sheep
The hungry undead were in varying states of decay, some struggling to climb with missing limbs and appendages.
3:9 Lucid
His mind's eyes recognized the familiar decaying asylum, one room in particular. green eyes flashing around the room in a nervous haste, this version of the abandoned mental institution was _exactly_ how he remembered it.
Scarlet - Chapter 1
Before me sat three graying men cloaked in darkness, who whispered to each other in a tongue that transcended the decay of the ages, discussing what they should do with me. i couldn't bring myself to look at them.
A Traitor of Reluctance
The stench of flesh decaying was already sticking to the still air. flies were buzzing around the open wound in short's side. "shorty...no..." littlefoot whispered. he walked to his brother's side.
Recursive Cycles
Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate the breadth of nature and its vast collection of plants and people, the sound of an explosion as it tears apart a thousand lives or a newborn's cries at it comes to terms with existence, the odor of decay or
Scales and Honor: The Shattered God: Chapter 22
The air was thick with the sweet stench of decay, the tables all smashed and scattered amidst the damp floorboards. half-eaten food had long since rotted away, piled high around the bloated corpse of a man.
Pushing
Last time to turn away from all that living offers, embracing hopelessness is pushing all of life away listlessness cannot be welcomed, we must always strive for more we must reach onward towards the light, the effort for more just as bread decays
Ashes to Ashes
Walking past decaying door splinters. he moved with purpose. knowing where he was going as though he knew this place. aethulwulf walked into the courtyard and looked to the night sky. his simple rune carved staff in hand.