Till Our Fingers Decompose Novels & Stories

" I crawled over to Jayden's lifeless body which lay on the bed, my fingers roamed on the woven mat where Jayden was lying. I was going to touch him, I touched him. I suddenly felt my body pushed back and I hit my head on the linoleum. My hands laid smoothly in a straight line. “chop off her pinky fingers from her right hand." I wept not dragging with them, as a sharp blade was raised, and in a glance my pi my fingers rolled off. The air in my lungs all escaped, I was weak and battered to scream, I was just still with my eyes looking at my pinky fingers which struggled for life, in a blink it turned black. “Suck him without touching his body, or else I'll chop off your fingers! You're useles

CLARA. "Do you take Alaric Voss as your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest’s voice echoes, distant, unclear. I can’t breathe. Blood—there’s my blood… my flesh—ah—it’s tearing, hot, wet, slipping through my fingers. Wolf… its claws, teeth, ripping me. I’m… my— My fingers twitch, and I’m back, my eyes snapping open. The world snaps into place. There’s soft music playing somewhere around, and flowers—the faint scent of roses and polished wood.

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

Let's torture each other together. Let's watch this fire that won't go out. Until death lets us rest.

And before I could talk myself out of it again, my fingers began to move around the keyboard; Dear Kendra. . . _______ Thanks for reading! <3 ~Chris xx.

Oh my Gоd, I wonder іf I’m going tо get my fingers сhорреd off? I ѕіt bасk down with a thumр, the сhаіr ѕсооtіng bасk оn its whееlѕ аnd hіttіng thе dеѕk bеhіnd mе. I hаvе tо calm dоwn. Nо оnе іѕ going tо lose аnу fіngеrѕ. Thіѕ іѕ rеаl life. It’ѕ probably juѕt аn аutоmаtіс locking dооr. God I’m ѕuсh a drama queen.

Your moan over my breast ,makes me shiver . ( you detached your lips and tongue from my nipples ,you slip your fingers in slowly ,inserting your middle finger first and pumping slowly, you knew I needed more than one ,you added your index ,my gasp and my walls clenching around your fingers, made you smirk, seeing you were getting the reaction you wanted ,you added a third increasing to three, my back arched involuntarily ,as my juices flowed down your hands,as you fucked me with your fingers ferociously) I cry out, my body convulsing as your fingers fill me. I ride your hand, my hips bucking wildly. I can feel my orgasm building, my muscles clenching around your fingers.

When he told me last week that he could feel something rotting inside him I believed him immediately. I can feel it too. Something underneath the skin that has no business being there. Something the working left behind or something the working opened that was never meant to be open. We are decaying, slowly, while still alive The spell gave us something and it is taking something in return and I do not think it intends to stop.

They were the Next Frequency. Everything had reached its most cosmic note. We had faced the harvester and chosen the "Decay of the Future" over the "Perfection of the Past." "Twelve chapters left, Emma," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands. "Then let's teach the kids how to fight," I replied. It closed with the sound of the memory-rain starting again, a rhythmic, vibrant promise that our story was still being written, one messy heartbeat at a time.

​“The Spire is dying!” the Weaver cried out, her voice cracking as a massive, silver-veined support pillar began to crumble into fine, grey dust. ​The magic we had woven into the stone was being eaten alive by the blighted mercury. The Sentient Forest was withering in real-time; I could feel its agony in my own nervous system. The vibrant silver leaves were turning black, curling into themselves and falling like charred paper onto the sludge-covered ground. The very earth was being "de-compiled" by the Architect's code, stripped of its molecular density.