Horror

The corpse was almost devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing insects. Riley turned away as his stomach heaved, nostrils filled with the smell of rotting meat. Without eyelids the milky blue eyes stared into the frozen sky while the lip-less mouth hung open.

General

The woman on the floor was lifeless. Lifeless. Her auburn hair was scattered in multiple places, stained with dried blood; crimson. Her emerald green eyes were wide open, but her jade irises held a sudden sadness. Her clothes, a lime green tunic and some black capris, were bloody. Her body was slumped over, half-sitting, half-laying on the cold linoleum floor. And the smell. The smell was the most disturbing thing I had ever sniffed. It was a blatant her bowels had been released, and all too soon. My heart pounded as one question continued to race through my mind: Who did this?

By thelostcause, March 8, 2014.
General

The dead man lay on his back, not three feet beyond the radius of the door, in a pool of blood that was almost dried and gave the room a sickly-sweet butchershop odor.

By descriptionari, July 2, 2012.

Found in Murder in the Gunroom, authored by Henry Beam Piper.

General

In his weather beaten skin was a fine meshwork of red threads. From the depth of his wrinkles Mac put him in his eighties. Even without a blood flow to back it up the skin was tanned. There was fresh dirt under his nails; dark like peat or compost from a gardening centre - certainly not the pale clay around this old junkyard. Presumably he still had been living in a home with a backyard, but it was quite possible he was gardening at an assisted living complex or nursing home. There was dirt on the knees of his pale corduroy slacks, but this was the pale sandy sort from this yard. If he had been wearing a jacket it was gone, in the newly bracing air of fall Mac expected one, it was something else to enquire about. Lying sprawled on his back with the entry wound at his temple no-one could mistake this gent for someone sleeping or a natural death. So many unanswered questions. For now it was a new homicide, an isolated case, but as ever he would be looking for ties to Gregor.

General

In life Jessie had a ready smile and knowing eyes. In death she is ghostly pale, her lips already bluish. Though her eyes are closed she doesn't have the appearance of sleep, even in deep slumber there are tiny movements and a healthy glow to the skin. This corpse, so still on the earth, is her flesh and seeing it is how I know she has departed. She has left us for a new life, for whatever follows this existence. Yet, even though I know she's gone, I kiss her head lightly and stroke back her ivory hair. It's part of bidding her farewell and making a wish that we are together again in whatever comes next. I would follow her anywhere, protect her any way I could, that's love.

General

Blood flowed, thick and sluggish, from a slash across his gut,spilling out a nest glistening grey snakes.
"He deserved it. Repeat it to yourself. He deserved it."
I spotted maggots, flecks of doughy white nestled within mangled flesh, feverishly squirming into hunks of gore.
"He deserved it. Repeat it to yourself. He deserved it."
His once handsome features were spotted with angry bruises, and death had frozen his face into a rigid snarl, a final, eternal lamentation to the heavens.
"He deserved it. Repeat it to yourself. He des-"
My gut lurched, and a churning mixture of digestive fluids and yesterday's dinner filled my mouth. I was too weak to behold my own work.

By anjuna, June 12, 2015.
General

In this job I've seen it over and over, a corpse is a corpse unless someone who loved them enters the room. That's when the atmosphere changes, when the clean up crew starts to feel the trauma. Mostly they deal with it later in macabre humour - the hit and run victim is "roadkill" and the stabbing victim is a "pin cushion." It isn't that they don't care, more that they have to find a way to do their job and still function as spouses and parents...

Mystery & Detective / General

Under the wintry light of the woodland the corpse is utterly still and more than slightly frozen. He's been dead for sometime. At first glance the cause isn't apparent but the chances of it being natural causes are remote. Young men don't just turn up dead for no good reason. From his clothing he was well-to-do, and his shoes are only fit for the city. Mac gives the order for no touching to preserve evidence; this is one body with a story to tell.