Gasping for air(part 1)
:can you breathe the air you claim to be so toxic or drink the water that has been plagued and polluted? me: i guess not. ???:will you even care?
Metro 176: Pt.2
If i breathe any of the toxic stenches well, let's just say i wouldn't be the most handsome wolf around. i inspect my gun to notice my barrel of the .357 is bent beyond repair; i discard the broken sidearm as i venture to find allan.
Fallen Angels, Part seven - See Daniel Run. See Daniel Kill
"some of the reagents i use for synthesizing arf-1 are quite toxic. so toxic, i couldn't find any lab technicians willing to work on this project -and i have a big budget. you're looking at the only help i could get."
The Purple Space Caterpillar - Part 1
Mostly he was checking to see if he could safely remove his helmet, or if this creature carried anything toxic and infectious with it.
Just A Little While
He pushed a button and instantly the child felt a soft rush of clean air as he breathed, filtered from the toxic air around them. "thank you..."
The End: Chapter 3
Who was toxic to whom, i'll leave up for you to decide, but for now, this is where i get off.
Radioactive
"i put the toxic waste on the field in that big yellow container, just like you said to, and sure enough, he fell right into it! and you're not going to believe this, but he thought it was gatorade!
Chapter IX: Station of the Dead, Part One
With a burst of fresh air behind them the toxic air of the atmosphere drained out of the airlock and fresh lock flowed in like a fresh river.
Revelation
Decades passed without a treaty, fresh air was now toxicity, a gas mask now the joie de vivre. though this was long ago. now the world no longer gleamed, war now seemed to be so fleeting. with nothing left to be undone, though this was long ago.
The Walnut Tree
Putting a name to the substance (juglone) doesn't help her, only makes her feel more connected to her toxic nature. the poison kills all that surrounds her until only grass remains. her fruit stains the hands a long-lasting cocoa.
Poison Mistletoe
My toxic loves of bloodiest nightmares as i stand on which the same day i used to have everything, now i found that i've lost everything, by being alone. i grieve for you once more, as do for all who i fell for, past, future and present.
December's Hope
Yet, as the snow lands upon the dreary terrain, faces grow upon the faceless and desolate feelings are poured down the toxic drain. lights shine upon the alley ways and the singing drifts through the streets.