The Dog
"gosh i need to get some air, i'm rotting myself silly". closing his laptop, he stood up and stretched. "fresh air is a good thing anyway." getting his jacket from the hall closet, ilbv slipped it on and walked out the door, being sure to lock it.
Plant Anatomy
It is very soft when ripe and can easily rot within a few days, but will only ripen at room temp. it's size is averagely the size of a large man's fist and is oval.
The New Alveri Chronicles: In the Land of Nod
"and what're you going to do with an old rotted tooth?" "my teeth are not rotted!" i bristled, towering over the suddenly fragile looking human.
The Scent of a Lover Part 16 (Finale?)
"may you rot in hell forever talbain!.....i....deserved....more" raoul said at me with his last dying words. he then let his head rest and didn't moved a single part of his body. raoul was dead.
That Gay Goth Dog: CHAPTER 4: New School, New Friends, New Enemies (part 4)
"fuck... that pussie hurts his team mates. hope he rots in hell." i said chuckling. "eh well he wont be playing the rest of the year... so be carefull guys.. he may come for you." aaron said.
The Cursed Village
The putrid scents assaulted his nose: hints of rotting meat coupled with the overwhelming scent of vinegar. cutting himself on the broken glass, moire hastily scrambled towards the wall beneath the window.
From the Woods to the Woods
The grenade went right down its rotting throat, neatly missing the fangs. the wolf didn't even seem to notice. then the grenade exploded.
Runt - Chapter 3 (final)
Not as clumsily as the corpse-rot uprights, but clumsily enough that i grew impatient and doubled back for it several times. by the time i'd reached the cave, the upright was panting heavily.
The Birth of Donas Dorna, the Demon Dragon
Strips of rotted flesh still hang on to the exposed spine that you can clearly see all the way down its back. its body has most of the rotten flesh on it. a section has rotted away exposing part of its rib cage.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 12
Making a gravestone for her would be a colossal error on his part, but he couldn't just leave her to rot down there without leaving at least _some_ kind of marker.
“What‘s done is done!: The Tragic Moral Story of Jasper the Fox.”
Within a tower of stone, wood and dry rot a human magi lived with his young assistance, a fox furry named jasper aka "lumpy." the magi raised the young fox up from pup, and to the magi jasper was the son he never had.
The Wolves of Gryning: Chapter 19
The blade caught fire where it connected, and the bleeding, rotting god burst into blazes. she fell, opening her jaws in a stiff rictus, screaming, the fire spreading across her body and consuming it whole, until nothing at all remained.