Chapter IV / The Ruined Holy Grounds
The air reeked of rotting wood and wet earth, a scent which grew stronger the deeper they ventured. "guardian presence weak..."
Ander - Chapter 1, Subchapter 23
#23 of ander 23 - sprawling, the scent of wet, half rotted leaves ripe in her nostrils. she twisted around just in time to see them collide with each other, two hulking shapes in the dark, biting and clawing and tearing, snarling like beasts.
The Oppressor
The oppressor, he will not and could not accept the new ideas even after his time of rot. for he has no care, no worries that he wishes to share, than to never think what his child will bear.
Suicide
Will i just rot in the ground? these and more we ask ourselves. we all die..eventually. but some people are filled with so much pain..."
Haught, Blight, Human Plight
"leave these rank ideals to rot!" my own kind say. no. not today. today i stroke, and pull, and beat, scorning still, harsh summer's heat. spurting nectar thick and sweet, i say-- "i am an animal _again_--today."
The Uncorrupted
Its flesh does not burn, nor fall off, nor does it slowly rot away from the bone." infuriated, it unstrapped the newly created thing from its bonds and roughly tossed it upon the floor.
Thirteen Tales 2020: Tale 2
It was a tall three-story building constructed from stone and rotting wood. well, aurum hoped the wood wasn't really rotting and the place was just decorated. he didn't want to think about the possibility of the roof collapsing in on him.
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 39
They'd rot away together in each other's arms... _no!!!_ banno growled. that was a stupid outcome, no more than a miserable failure. if the world was still going to end, then what was the point?
"Love Incarnate" a poem
I'll love her 'til i rot to bone. the hate of this world i won't understand, except for the few lights spread across the land. she is love incarnate, and i can no longer condone this hate.
Deathly Night
Our bodies will rot and our souls will all cry. on this night we all shall die.
Its just you pt1
Stay there and you will rot with me. you made others suffer while you lived in a yacht listening. my face is distorted and twisted with anger. then i was rewarded with a purgatory enlistment to hang her. do you know why i wrote this?
Poem #16
Though in a way i can see it, the destruction and chaos, the sheer death and blood, such a metallic and bitter smell, that clogs the senses, the rot and decay. it stuns the mind, leaving me shocked in my seat.