Rot Stories

- 𝄞 ˙ . - 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 .

This is a fanfic for the book series "Rot & Ruin," by Johnathan Maberry.

No futuro as pessoas imaginam que sera tudo mais tecnológico e sera mas terá muitas coisas fazendo com que a paz n exista. Ivi é uma moça de 20 anos que está no meio de tudo isso, está lutando contra a PÒlCS, uma agencia q derrubou a policia civil e militar há alguns anos atrás e eles não querem parar só ali querem derrubar grandes empresas que tem grande influencia sobre a população e muito mais coisas. Mas nem todo mundo pensa assim os ''Um'' /como são chamados/ acham q os PÓLCS irão trazer a paz e melhorarão a vida das pessoas dando mais seguranças. Como Ivi não é uma ''Um '' e não concorda com oque dizem ser a solução de paz, então já deis de cedo viveu em manifestações e protestos coletivos de diversas formas. A vida de Ivi muda quando ela e convocada para uma reunião na empresa de seguros mais conhecida e influenciadora da área a SRV. Ela nem imagina oque a espera pela frente. Mas garanto muita ação, amizades, mentiras e romance.

She awakes from sleep. The city is still and quiet. Every one gone, no signs of life. Everything seems to be caught in flames or destroyed.

"In the Hollow of the Night" is a stark and intimate descent into the mind of someone trapped within the limits of a failing body and a fraying sense of self. The narrator moves through a landscape of pain, medication haze, and emotional dislocation, struggling to hold onto memory, identity, and meaning as they drift between waking and oblivion. Each line reveals a different facet of that quiet torment: the betrayal of nerves that scream through the dark, the slow erosion of the body under medication, and the suffocating isolation that makes even thought feel distant. Yet beneath that ruin lies a faint, steady awareness-the knowledge that joy has vanished, and with it, the world they once recognised. It's a psychological portrait of someone caught between endurance and erasure, rendered in a voice that feels both haunted and brutally honest. The piece captures the bleak stillness of night where pain speaks louder than hope, and where the self begins to flicker at the edges.

A terrible war is raging, the conclusion of which could decipher the future of the universe... Three planets. Parallel yet all intricately bound by the threads of reality. They have spun for all of time, in separate orbits in different galaxies. Un beknown to one another…. Until now. The Fabrics of the universe are fraying as the different dimensions rub together. Where they touch, catastrophes are unveiled in a series of events that change the concept of reality forever... Earth is afflicted. What’s not dead is dying. Lost to pollution from a thousand years of greed. For Ana, a young beggar woman, her life is always only a stones throw away from ending. She has a powerful gift of mind sight but will it be enough to slow the pursuit of murder, and starvation? And all the time, her mysterious past shadows her footsteps. Waiting to catch her… Meanwhile Doran, a being bound to the rotting carcase of a dead girl finds herself rescued by the very people who strove to destroy her. With them she finds sanctuary but it is only a matter of time before destiny catches up with her... And all the while he is watching he is waiting and he laughs. Laughs on. He will destroy the universe all the while believing he is its savoir. This is a war none will win but fight they must, until reality is no more… (Before long, Ana is snatched from her own planet to be plunged into a world frozen in time, where pirates steal from all the universe, prehistoric monsters dwell in freezing oceans and a powerful psychic force binds her to a cave to languish in fear. The world has become stronger, harder, callous. Misery lingers in every corner but soon it will have nowhere to hide. Every thing shall burn. And he will laugh…)

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It had been hard enough to survive the world as a demigod, but now Crescent, daughter of Nyx, must survive a world that has monsters, zombies, and murderers around every corner.

Mein persönlicher Blog über mein Leben, meine Erfahrungen und Erlebnisse. Manchmal schreibe ich auch über Schreibtipps oder Life Hacks. Je nachdem, wie meine Laune ist.

36 contestants battling for a prize called Youtube Shorts Premium. The contestants are based on brain rot content (not just any brain rot objects). Besides the challenge for a prize, somethings pretty off about one scene. But that doesn't really matter, or was it?26

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...

Its the dead of winter, blizzards ragging from left to right. The streets are cold and deathly silent. A husk of a women walks alone on the street, the lamp lights flickering as she passes. The stench of this retched place enough to make anyone sick for days. The Women reaches her house, slamming the door behind her. She's hearing voices, and seeing things staring at her through her window. Its all in her head right? Surely that's not her door that just opened, or her breathing being joined by something else's. Nothing is wrong, just breath, its all in your head. But then again, you have to wonder...what if it wasn't? WARNING !!!If you are sensitive to Blood, Death, Dying, Paranormal things, or Bugs, please DO NOT read!!!

Live my life. Look through my eyes, To feel what I've felt. Witness all my cries, And the things I was delt. End my life. ⚠Warnings⚠ Cuss words; death; gory details; eating disorders, including the side effects; dysphoria; body dysmorphia; sexual assault, harassment, abuse; obsession; grief and loss; self harm; suicide **All stories will have a warning. Read at your discretion**

A decaying house hides restless entities beneath its floorboards, their scratching and dragging growing louder each night until the boards finally split open, unleashing something that leaves only empty dust and vanished footprints behind.