Decay Stories

what if Naruto wasn't the loud annoying character he is in cannon what if he had decay, Shigaraki's quirk from MHA well this is my take on this concept

A sequel to Tar Souls; Decay Route It started with you taking a walk and trying to help a random stranger in need, now you were dragged into the mess of the Graves who once were your friends. You didn't want any more blood on your hands, so you tried to stop Ashley, which only led to escaltion. But your journey is far from over yet.

These are not merely poems, they are echoes carved into the silence of existence. Each piece explores the fragile boundary between creation and decay, between the divine and the forgotten, between the self and the infinite. Here, light is both a wound and a witness. Time breathes, gods fall quiet, and the universe remembers itself through ruin. Every word is an attempt to translate the language of the void, to give sound to what was never meant to be heard. Welcome to a realm where the cosmos decays beautifully, and every verse burns with the quiet fire of awareness.

"Aether in Wonderland" is a dark and whimsical tale of a young girl swept into a fractured Wonderland, where forgotten dreams, broken masks, and fading stars guide her through a world on the brink of collapse. Faced with riddles, betrayal, and the echoes of those who came before, Aether must choose between saving a land that isn't hers-or losing herself entirely.

This is a collection of 'poems'. (Obviously) that I've written over the course of 2 or 3 years. I was told it would be a good idea to upload them to Wattpad so that's what I'm doing. Some of the poems aren't really poems but are poems. So basically just not completely traditional. I cant really explain i that well so you're just gonna have to read. 🫠🖤😅 #8 decay June 25,2022 #13 dyinginside June 25,2022 #67 deception June 25,2022 #10 dyinginside June 29,2022

Another Wattpad and Quotev exclusive, this time featuring some interesting tribes created by me inspired by the Wings of Fire Books

BRIGHTNEY IS TWISTED AND ASTRO IS GOING SLOWLY INSANE :C Astro gently takes Brightney's mangled wrist in his hands, his fingers tracing over the rotting flesh that peeks out from under the tattered bandages. He doesn't recoil at the sight or the stench, too lost in his desperate love and the delusion that he can somehow mend the irreplaceable damage wrought by the ichor. With a soft, almost manic smile on his face, Astro starts to carefully unwrap the ichor stained bandages. As each layer is revealed, more of Brightney's decaying skin is exposed, a grotesque patchwork of oozing wounds, exposed sinew, and blackened, rotting meat. Astro doesn't see the horror of it, the inescapable truth of his beloved's current twisted state. In his mind with his slowly deteriorating sanity, it's just another chance to "fix" her, to "fix" all of this and make things return to how they once were... Nothing matters except keeping her with him now, keeping her... human. Even if she's not quite that anymore. "Don't worry, my love," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make this right. I'll patch you up, like I always do...like I've always done" He picks up fresh bandages with trembling fingers, his exhaustion and malnutrition making the task more difficult than it should be. But Astro is undeterred, his love for Brightney giving him the strength to persist in this ritual of futility. As he works, he leans in close, inhaling the scent of her rotting flesh, and pressing a desperate, fervent kiss to the decaying skin of her wrist. He doesn't taste the ichor that oozes from the wounds, doesn't feel the way the skin sloughs away at his touch. To Astro, it's just a chance to be close to her, to pour out his love in the only way he knows how now. To him, she's still the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "You're still in there," he says, voice trembling. "You have to be. You promised." "..." "I'm so sorry, Brightney. I failed you. I failed US..."

Soooooooooo it's about Decay move to the momma CQ house. So yeah! Really just random stuff that come into my mind.

Youth feels immortal, so it easily befriends Death. But Youth dies inside a million times. Maturity thinks and remembers, crying ugly tears. Written on November 6, on Rozz Williams's birthday. About a bright, bright candle which burned at both sides. And about unrequited love, on Earth as it is in Heaven. As imperfect as this might be, after all these years living on with his memory, I finally decided to write something for him. Or so I hope, that he is somewhere, like I think he ultimately believed. What's certain, I wrote this for myself. Read if you know him, or read if you wish. If you find you don't like it, or disagree, please respect: of all things, this was written out of love.

❝ Can I kiss you? ❞/ ᴬ ˢᵗᵘᵖᶦᵈ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵏᶦˢˢ ˢʰᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵗʷᵒ ᵇᵒʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏˢ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳᶠᵘˡ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢʰᶦᵖ **Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ** Started:₁₂/₆/₁₇ © bunbunhyung

Make friends, cast spells, and uncover secrets in your magical small town! Will you preserve the forest or let the town grow?

Every human as an hourglass, it measures how much time we have on this earth. When our hourglass runs out, we die. So what happens when the hourglass for the human race runs out? Lily is 18 and had her whole new life as an adult to look forward to, but it all came crumbling down when the apocalypse struck. Can she possibly avoid the destruction of the human race? Or will she be slain by the might of Abbadon? In times of despair is Humanity something you are born with or something you gain?

(Warning! Mha Season Five spoilers are included in this story, and just a little in this Synopsis! It's for Tomura Shigaraki's Backstory, so read at you own risk!) (This is being rewritten in a separate book, so look for that!) Tenko wakes up in a strange hospital with no memories of his life. All he can remember is a name: Tenko Shigaraki. But... Theres no one under that name in all of Japan. He's put with a foster family, and soon decides to attempt to get into UA high school, despite having no idea of his age. He meets other students, Such as Mina Ashido (his self-appointed best friend) and Katsuki Bakugo (the boy with issues-). But his quirk is deadly, and his past is coming for him....

Ashes is a collection surrounding the decay of the aftermath. The ruin that exists without apology. These works give voice to the quiet at the end, when all else fails. The solemn feeling of goodbye, coiled with the start of something new.

A heartfelt reflection on the bittersweet memories of a childhood home-now demolished-that once cradled love, laughter, and life's chaos. Through vivid nostalgia, the narrator mourns the loss of the "old lady" (their house) but celebrates its enduring presence in their soul, reminding us that homes are more than bricks: they're living chapters of our stories.

An inside look at those of us who embrace the darkness within. Read at your own risk. Contains sexual language/content, references to rape, alcohol, drugs, abuse, heaven/hell, suicide, murder, self-harm, demons, sacrilegious language/actions/concepts, foul language, etc etc. Welcome to Hell.

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀy ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ꜱᴇᴩᴀʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀy ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇy ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴy ᴅɪꜱᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇy ʟᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴇy ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙy ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋy ᴡʜᴏ ᴏɴʟy ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀꜱᴛy ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢʟy ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀꜱᴛy ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʀɪꜱᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇy ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇy ʜᴀᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀꜱ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴛʀᴀᴩᴩɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ "ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴍy ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀyꜱ--- ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟy ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪʟʟ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ?"

Poetry

{ de·tach·ment } dəˈtaCHmənt/ noun 1. to distance oneself from future stressful situations by maintaining emotional distance from others. --- Tessa Gunn is used to running away. Never get attached, she whispers to herself on a daily basis. Now, she lives in one of the worst neighbourhoods of Vancouver by herself, where crime and poverty is the absolute everyday norm. Her life manly consists of drinking until she passes out at a notoriously-known bar, where she meets and has one-night stands with other men. One night, she meets a mysterious man with a dark broken gaze and a mind full of secrets he won't share. But this man she meets makes her change her mind about everything she's ever known. For all of these years, she's been in pain and suffering and she's been detached from anyone, but does she still want that?

This poignant poem delves into the complexities of perseverance amidst adversity, exploring the nuanced interplay between strength and vulnerability. Through vivid imagery and emotive language, it reveals the hidden struggles behind a facade of confidence and happiness, capturing the essence of a soul navigating the uncertainties of life and love. A reflective journey through the highs and lows of human experience, this piece offers a raw and honest portrayal of resilience and the search for self-worth.