Cold Magic
Dust and decay's stench clogged her nose, punctuated by the creak of bone rubbing on bone. kadri rolled, tapping the aid of her djinn of swiftness, enhancing the lynx's already honed reflexes.
Coming Home
"earth below us / drifting, falling / floating weightless / coming home" -peter schilling three hundred and forty-five klicks above the earth, the mess toaster from the station europa circles the planet in a decaying orbit.
Maiya Station Disaster: Part 8 – The Search
"its currently on a decaying orbit around maiya 3." "can you tell what it is?" trip clicked his beak "negative sir. there's too much interference from the station and the gas giant for me to tell what it is till we're on top of it."
Chapter 9 (Todd/The Canler)
They slowly decay until they're gone. vanished. never to return." "so you're saying that if there's any chance to save jo, we have to do it now or else she'll be gone forever?" riley asks.
THE FRONT: PART 4
He raised his rifle and pointed it through the parapet slit and used the barrel to knock the decaying arm out of sight. that made him feel slightly better, but the fear was still there, worming around in his gut with no way to escape.
Nala's Venture: Leaving the Pridelands
Having said that, the story of nala opens up in her young adult years with the pridelands in an advanced state of decay under the rule of scar.
A sample scene
Perched atop a decaying pier, lurching across the floral bayou below, through a crack in the canopy, a pair of hooded eyes hold their gaze. brows may rise in pity, but irises shrivel in anticipation. will it feel it?
Evac Day +254
Even walking down a street, there is no escape from the withered and decaying forms, their putrid, nauseating stench, or their horrible, hollow eye sockets. they lay where they fell.
A Legend is Born
She watched as her mother and father become nothing more than more piles of flesh and blood to add to the carnage and decay. she watched the emerald studded finger of a trainer flick through the air signaling the final attack which ended her clan.
May Poems of 2018
Where is the meaning, where is the way, time starts to pass, my mind begins to decay, where do i go?, just where-ever?!, everything seems to suck forever. let me be in peace, leave me sane, let me write poetry and play computer games.
"He's moving on with his life."
The canvas shall decay. the lights will become broken and burnt. the world will continue to turn. scars will remain to remind the wounded that living can in fact make one stronger.
One night.... (The unoficial continuation) pt3
The only thing left to do now was decide what to do with the king of kills, who sat slowly decaying off to the side, forgotten and abandoned.