Rot Stories

After loss reshapes their world, Tsireya and Lo'ak grow from reckless teenagers into something deeper, bound between reef and forest. What begins as stolen moments and quiet understandings soon turns into a life neither of them planned. As love, fear, and new beginnings collide, they must learn what it truly means to build a future together - before it arrives sooner than expected. Loreya fan fic ! All characters belong to James Cameron !

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 SERIOUS TW AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! IM NOT JOKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NO JOKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 ok anyways tw for su!c!de and YES the title is a lyric from a mitski song why do you ask

dive into the apocalyptic land that is the low lands, a dark murky area in the world, follow the story of an iterator. the growing rot of shame. as he learns how cruel and unworthy the world is around him

"I, as a solitary individual, am powerless to alter the form or the span of the entrenched masses; thus, I am compelled to move and ultimately divert my course. And so I ran, unsettling the established order of beings, disturbing my own position amid the swarming multitude of scrupulous, distended scum. Such were the people in the town I fled from."

A short thriller that digs deep into your core, leaving you not wanting more but unable to stop reading. If you don't like happy endings this short read is for you!

saan ka galing haliparot ka ?Charles ?ano ?kung ayaw mo masaktan sabihin mo yung totoo sa trabaho trabaho ?sinampal sya ni Charles bakit ka nanakit ?at bakit hindi sinungaling ka May nagsabi sa akin kasama mo yung Ivan na yun sa hotel tapos sasabihin mo sa trabaho ka galing ?naglolokohan tayo monica ?magkapatid tayo charles hindi asawa ganun ba ?ayoko magkapatid tayo akin ka lang naiintindihan mo ?sa susunod na magsinungaling kapa hindi lang yan ang aabutin mo sa akin ha monica ?answer me bitch Charles ?anong ginagawa mo nakalayo Kana nagbalik ka pa iiwan ko lang ang anak ko sayo yung anak nating lalake really ?isa lang anak natin or kambal ?isa lang niloloko mo ba ako talaga monica ?si kuya Gareth ang kasama ko sa ospital totoo ang sinasabi ng kapatid ko bakit pala nandito ka bahay ko to pasok sa loob monica ?hindi sya papasok sa loob labas na monica hindi mo na sya makikita kahit kailan look what you have done with her binugbog mo ang kapatid ko kuya boss ko si Ivan boss sa hotel ?sino nagsabi ?si ate amy malamang galit sa akin yun di porke galit sisiraan ka totoo ayan ebidensya galing sa hotel monica masarap ba ?sinuntok ni Kurt si Charles bastos ka ha hindi mo na talaga makikita ang kapatid ko

In my minds eye, I see many things. Most of which i can not explain. The only way to show you is to write it down, so this is my attempt.

(feel free to leave any suggestions in the comments below)ancient forces are at play in this works I like to call Dead Ship, the dead are returning and there is nothing anyone can do about it, young soldier John Crat is taking a well deserved break after a year and a half tour of active duty, his family have surprised him with a small cruise across the North Atlantic ocean, what horrors will be awakened for young Mr John Crat when his ship just happens to fall pray to that of the famous Titanic, it's not the waters one has to worry about, it's whats in them that really hurts...

Temas crudos como todos de realidades no vistas

uma menina que se apaixona pelo namorado da seu amiga depois de transar com ele,eles se gostam mais não podem falar pra ninquem,ou eles gostan de esconder isso.

Kara has lived most of her life as a Ghost, invisible to everything and everyone. She witnessed her parents murders when she was five, and had not forgiven humanity since. Now she haunts unsuspecting people, taunting them. All she wants is to be seen again. To know that she exists... When she moves her self into a house of unsuspecting werewolves, Kara thinks she has found a new home. But when one of them can see her she finds herself confused about what to do next...

In a world where hearts can be given and hope is woven with delicate threads, a girl moves through quiet streets, leaving pieces of herself behind. Her gifts bloom like fragile flowers, carrying whispers of light to those who need it most. But in the spaces between shadow and dawn, the true cost of healing remains hidden-waiting, silent, just beneath the surface. This is a story wrapped in crimson ribbons, where love and pain dance in the fading glow of a streetlamp.

In a young girls room, when day turns to dark, the other side shows itself. The living rotting, The unliving, dying. The in between, surviving. The mouthless creature hangs in the closet, waiting for dusk to arrive.

FOUR SHORTS....Life and Death too, Shadow Man, Dark Dog, and White Walls