Rot Stories

It's the 1980s in the dying American town of Marygold, where the abandoned Starline Arcade hums. Beneath its flickering lights, a boy with a Midas touch can turn anything he lays his hands on into gleaming gold - beautiful, untouchable, and utterly lifeless. Across town, a girl carries a darker gift: everything she touches withers into rot, crumbling to ruin at her fingertips. Starline Arcade watches as two cursed hands orbit each other and, inevitably, collide.

"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."

- 𝄞 ˙ . - 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 .

Manila is sealed off after a deadly virus leaves the city in ruins. The survivors live behind steel-reinforced cobblestone walls, confined within the remnants of the historic Intramuros, clinging to rules that promise safety. Miles Reyes joins the containment zone's security force to survive-nothing more. Luke, a zone commander, is determined to keep the fragile order intact, even when it costs him. During patrols and missions beyond the walls, necessity turns into trust, and trust becomes something far more dangerous in a place where attachment is a liability. When signs emerge that the truth about the infection may be buried along with the dead, Miles and Luke must choose between protecting the lie that keeps them alive or risking everything to uncover what's been hidden. In a world built on containment, love may be the most dangerous breach of all. _________________ Language: English Setting: Philippines (Post-apocalyptic Era) Started: December 25, 2025 Ended:

Dig for the cure but finding it is hell. Maybe next time, the sticky goop won't be so mucky. Go to sleep while their lungs rot away.

[ english poem ] and for my final act i will worship something mortal and will act suprised when it decays

Spoilers for Rainworld! Basically watcher comes but brings rot and all the scugs get infected. Also Spearmaster POV!! Fishsticks, artihunter, saint x Inv (idk ship name 😭) included!

"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.

At Blackvale Academy, the shadows aren't just in the corners-they're in the walls, in the whispers, in the way people disappear. You thought you could survive unnoticed, but then Minho appears-calm, distant, impossible to ignore. There's something about him that draws you in, something darker than the creeping rot that's spreading through the school. Every glance, every accidental touch, blurs the line between fear and desire. And as the infestation edges closer, you realize that surviving may not be enough... because the pull toward him is stronger than any instinct to escape. ---- NOTE: - I might sometimes write in ways that you might not understand, please tell me in a comment if you dont understand!! :D - I love comments and interacting, feel free to give me feedback or just your reaction to what you read! - I am NOT fluent in english and if i misuse a word please tell me! - Upload schedule in my profile if you're wondering. - If you like a chapter, please vote or comment, it means SOOOO much to authors like me! <3

This is the story of the Italian Brainrots, strange creatures that live deep within the world and are a fusion between an animal and an object. Read this and immerse yourself in the world of Italian Brainrots!

The poem is the soul of the poet,the paper a grave,the pen a sword and the ink his blood.

"A hunger born is a hunger eternal," she had whispered when he was an infant. "You will eat. And eat. And eat. Until even the gods are gone." #sevendeadlysins #gluttony #fluffykiss

we live in such a world where feelings exist. the cruel emotions that we all feel. i really hate life sometimes.

He ended up throwing eight pebbles into the water. It was comforting to watch them penetrate the murky surface and vanish entirely, perhaps never again to see the light of day, and leave behind naught but a hole, a small water column, and an expanding ripple of water. The eighth pebble he knew to be the last, because when it left his hand he realized that he no longer cared. The exercise was done. It was time to move on.

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.

A shackled skeleton lies in a shallow grave, cursed and restless, stirring at night with a hunger that refuses to die.

A cursed fog-filled valley traps the souls of wanderers, leaving behind endless skeletal remains frozen in eternal screams.

A decaying house hides piles of skeletal remains and a cursed chainsaw that stirs with a life of its own, feeding on anyone who dares to enter.

In a hollow within the mountain, rows of ancient bodies lie in wooden cradles-neither rotting nor at peace. They wait in eerie stillness, their hollow eyes fixed on the dark, as if their deaths were only a pause before something yet to come.

In a decaying building, a skeleton lies frozen mid-crawl, its bones etched with desperation. Scratches in the wood remain disturbingly fresh, hinting that whatever it fled from is still lurking in the silence.