Rotting Stories

She woke up to a dark and cold room. However strangely the familiar sound of the rustling of the trees from the fall winds, and the musty smell of the wooden planks, seemed to have disappeared.

*discontinued* (Book 2 to The Tribe of Rotting Skulls) The end comes closer with every death. The Tribe of Rotting Skulls becomes a graveyard. Venom becomes crazier with every heartbeat that stops. Will he be able to protect his Tribe or will StarClan's revenge kill every last killer in The Tribe of Rotting Skulls?

Lewis Nightingale is late coming out of work and so on the way home he makes a decision and brave the forest he has feared since he were a small boy. But a cruel spirit that lies in wait within the forests dark canopy is alured by the fears and hopes to feed on them by making his nightmares real in the reality it creates for its victims.

Let's see OK my name is Jann and I'm 19. Tall for my age and the rest of me is pretty average and all. . . . . . . . I still remember like it happened yesterday. . . . . . . .

When his girlfriend threathens to leave, Oliver knows he only has one option.

Paula Larsen grew up in a small city, surrounded by nothing than protection and loveable people. Things take a drastic turn after the apocalypse broke out, because she, and her family, had no choice other than to find a protected ground away from the brain hungry Zombies and live there till the end of time. Her father became a leader of an organization which he created to protect the younger generation, including doctors, lawyers, and innocent people who still aren't infected. But what if Paula doesn't obey the peace and love? What happens if everything built up, crumbles down? Will Paula remain safe and sound, or will she choose her head over her heart? EVERYTHING ABOUT THE STORY IS MADE UP - MY IDEAS , NO COPYRIGHT - ORIGINAL IDEA

Oh, what a wonderful time to be alive! Medical care is better than ever, the number of homeless has dropped dramatically, and war hasn't been sparked for five glorious years. But. Oh, of course there's a but! Did you truly expect this to be a story about a utopia? (Especially seeing how it's written by ME, of all people.) "End Trait" is the name of the virus, given to it by the survivors. The virus was created through a chain of events triggered by an atomic bomb, and much of humanity is gone.

Idk what to put here but, enjoy it tell me if you like it

This is a short text I made to express my feelings about a certain person. This is my first post, so sorry if there are mistakes in using the tool.

The year is 1635 in the small town of Rye in East Sussex, and something unholy is underway. Johan, the local butcher, has closed down his shop. Instead of animals, human corpses of the local townsfolk are secretly being delivered to the closed butcher's shop. In his basement, Johan is stitching together body parts to create a large monster, in secret. The local townsfolk soon find out what their beloved butcher has been up to, causing a revolt. Johan is almost out of time to complete his twisted, unholy project... almost.

A short story about a Tailor and his mannequin.

A very short collection of very short stories.

I sit in the cell as everything around me slowly started to rot. I could hear the other people around me yell and scream in terror as I balled myself up and cried. I deserved to be here...even though it was an accident... "Kaachan, I miss you..." I quietly cried out as I heard an explosion. "Y/N!! Where are you fucker?!" I stayed in my ball form as I thought I was going crazy. But then my cell bars were ripped from the hinges and I saw him try to reach out for me. "Don't touch me!!" I yelled out. He retreated a bit in surprise as I looked up at him with red puffy eyes, "I don't want to hurt anyone...especially you...Katsuki..."

This is just basically one shots of things I write, could lead to a fic idk ! Just enjoy while I add more random things to it ^^

my poem is about no hope and how you shouldnt be very careful on who you trust,because if you dont. you get betrayal,a broken heart and possibly never be friends withor fall in love again on your own choice to choose to be scared of being betrayed again. CHOOSE WISELY.!!!! this is also how you can "some what" understand emos and their pain.

A hot and smexy fan fic about two lusty lovers. Enjoy <3 -Written with the help of my dumb cunt of a boyfriend, isteallittlekids.

(Credit to apofiss on deviantART) This book is the story of the two Tribes, The Tribe of Rotting Skulls and The Tribe of Jagged Rocks, and how their life is. Learn their ways of life, rules of the Tribe and stories that have to be told by the evil cats.

Charlie Lance is boy haunted by ghosts from his past. In his outside life, he’s the kind, lovable, Beatle-loving boy that everyone thinks is happy and carefree… but in reality, he’s tormented by the mysterious death of his twin, Kyle, and of all the changes that happened in the aftermath. Charlie just can’t seem to let go, but then he’s faced with the arrival of Lyric Evenson, a dark, depressed girl who he can’t seem to stop thinking about. One problem though: she hates him. Throw into the mix Astrid Kirchherr, the bubbly, bright girl who seems obsessive with Charlie and who knows so much about Lyric. And as things start to unravel, Charlie can’t help but question his past, and wonder if any of this could help him solve the secret of Kyle’s death.