Bananas and Pears"What are you doing?" Rose Tyler walked into the large kitchen of the Tyler Manor with her hands on her hips and her head cocked in curiosity.Bananas and Pears2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Doctor raised his eyebrows high as he looked up to greet her. Two of his fingers hung in his mouth, and an open jar of peanut butter was in his other hand. He froze, wide eyed, and took a moment to search for an excuse. "Nofing " He mumbled without bothering to remove his fingers from between his teeth.
Rose said nothing, but a sly smile grew upon her face. "Wait until mum comes home " She said with a laugh as she looked around. The kitchen was an absolute mess. It seemed that the Doctor had emptied half of the pantry and most of the refrigerator, which stood with its door ajar. Boxes, cans, and other packaging littered the granite counter and the kitchen table, most of them open.
The Doctor quickly screwed the lid back onto the peanut butter and placed it down. He had thought about the prospect of Jackie Tyler finding this mess, b
BelieveOur hero stands paramount as angels weepBelieve2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Watching the city as his companions sleep
An impossible foe rises from the deep
The truth isn't always what it seems
Do you believe the lies they told?
Do you believe in the legends of old?
Heroes don't exist, there's no such thing, my friend
They say that all good stories must come to an end
But have some further faith in humanity
And know that you're not alone when you continue to believe
The very first question will soon be asked
And silence will finally come to pass
A deadly secret shall be absolved
The final problem is to be solved
You say what you mean and you mean what you say
There'll always be someone to save the day
Believe in your heroes as they stand tall
Rising so much higher before they fall
People keep the faith as it gets them by
But why believe in anything if everything's a lie
People think the worst of you, they think the worst of me
We believe in heroes cos they're who we want to be
Why do you believe in the people that you do
The Destruction of GallifreyWith fields of crimsonThe Destruction of Gallifrey3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and skies of fire
this planet of beauty
is free of ire
This shining world
consumed in war
'til her last son
wouldn't stand it anymore
Her great beauty
was destroyed in flames
as the mighty doctor
flew so far away
CompanionMoon. Bright and big and beautiful and bulbous and brilliant. Moon. A near euphonious word; a single shining beat. Monosyllabic moon. An acquiescely argent emblem of aesthetic absolution and and umCompanion1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy Sherlock lay in his bed. He was snuggled underneath the crinkled white duvet sheet staring at the slicing razors of moonlight that filtered through his blinds, creating scissor-like patterns on the opposite walls, white and precise; a light, so sharp you could cut your finger on it. He puzzled over his alliteration, struggling to gather any more impressive 'a' words to graft onto the end of the frayed sentence. He chewed his lip and peered up at the warped ceiling as a source of inspiration. Up there was a dark, choppy and other-worldly sea where the waves were made of worms and snail shells painted an opaque blue-black, and they writhed and wriggled, hardly moving at all, creating static swirls and stagnant contours. What had originally been imprinted onto plaster du
The QuestionThe Question2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- for Abboz -
The Doctor and River laid back on his green coat, just staring at the stars. Trenzelore had the typical baddie that the Doctor pulled the rug out from under, with River's help of course. Sighing, River turned on her side and kissed his cheek.
"Well, aside from a burnt arse, that went well," she said with a chuckle. "Don't suppose you have any cures for that up your sleeve?"
"What? Of course I do," the Doctor said. "What do you take me for?"
Rolling her eyes, she turned his head so they were nose to nose. "Heard the stories about this planet. Was the whole reason they kidnapped me in the first place."
Grinning, the Doctor winked. "Oh, you know what they say. Chinese Whispers. The meaning was probably lost in the cacophony of superstition."
"Do you love me?" River asked nonchalantly, tilting her head.
The Doctor's eyes went wide as he tried evading that question. Instead, his mouth moved of its own volition. "Yes." His teeth were visible when he cringed.
Blessed and BelovedThe Doctor paced, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair. His single heart raced, pounding in his ears. He was practically shaking no, he was shaking - in frightened anticipation. He muttered to himself under his breath; he should have seen this coming, he should have taken her somewhere safer, they should have been more prepared. Now there was no telling what could happen. Something could go wrong and Rose could di- No. He could not think like that. He would not allow it. She was fine. She was just in the other room, and they were all fine.Blessed and Beloved2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Doctor glanced back at the door again, his eyes darting around the room. He took in every inch of his surroundings, if for nothing else than to occupy his mind. Everything around him was white. The walls were white, the floor was white, the door was white. Not a brilliant white, mind you, just a plain one; one that might have been more light-blue or grey if the lighting was right, the kind of white-washed white that peop
Teenage DreamRose looked back up and sighed. When had it come to this?Teenage Dream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looked at the woman before her not a young woman, she noted sadly. She had been trying to ignore that for so long. Every once in a while she would wake up late in the morning still feel unrested, and she would remember. The Doctor would have already left the room, though he normally stayed until she was up, and she would roll out of bed and shuffle over towards the bathroom. She would look up into the mirror, just as she was doing now, and she would sigh. Every time she tried to shove the feelings away, to ignore them, belittle them, even laugh them off. But every time it got a bit harder.
She tucked a stray strand of her dark gold hair behind her ear as she looked longer at the girl no, woman, she reminded herself again in the mirror. She looked herself up and down. Shoulders slumped, pajamas crumpled, hair an absolute mess. She was not very out of shape, what with all of the running, but the way
MeThere was a time, before all the trouble and the adventures, where he walked alone through the war zones without a shield nor weapon. At this time, he found a box. It was blue like the dark and the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. It was locked away, caged and put on display like an animal in a museum. With a quick glance around he slipped through its doors and had his breath stolen as he marvelled at the scene that awaited him. He was like a toddler with a new toy, never able to take his hands off of it.Me2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Beautiful, beautiful," was all he said. Was all he ever said. He fell in love; stronger and swifter than ever before. "Beautiful, beautiful."
And so he stole it. And when it stole him back and they ran away and the beautiful blue box told him that he was the one for it, all he could say was:
Years went by. Decades. Centuries. Millenniums. All in the blink of an eye. He returned home to fight like his father and with his friends. He lost everything. A lover.
Chaos Theory"Oh, you are beautiful!"Chaos Theory2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The title "Time Lord" implies a certain noble solemnity; on Earth, it would suggest fancy wine, musty libraries, marble statuary and long, echoing hallways. The being who would, later in his personal timeline, come to be known as the Doctor danced around the antique console with all the dignity and gravitas of a small child at Christmas.
"You like her?" asked his companion, stepping out of the way with a wary expression; when the not-yet-Doctor gets excited, he has a tendency to forget about everything but the object of his fixation, including anything that might get in his way. "I never cared for the Type 40 myself. Clumsy controls, outdated technology, and, welljust ancient."
"Like her?" exclaimed the not-yet-Doctor. "I love her! How old must she be now? Two millennia at least"
"Two thousand, four hundred and thirty-two years, if you'd bothered to read the panel before charging in here," interjected his friend.
"Yes, yes," sai
The GardenThe Garden1 year ago in Settings More Like This
"So, what do you think of the most beautiful garden in the universe?"
Rose gazed around in aw, her mouth dropped open in amazement.
"Fantastic," She finally said. The Doctor smiled at the word. They had landed the TARDIS sometime ago, some odd distance away and she hadn't been able to find words since she had stepped out.
Rose stepped up to a white lily and sniffed it's pleasant sent, "I don't think I've ever seen such stunning flowers before. We always just bought ours from a local shop. They'd only last a couple days."
"Oh, these flowers will last weeks," the Doctor grinned as he looked up at a purple and pink morning glory, "Sometimes even months. Doesn't even matter what type it is or if its in season and they're always in bloom."
"Could I pick one?" She asked gently tracing her figure over its petals.
"Only if they'll let you. You have to have a good reason," He replied, "the flowers have a consciousness you know."
"We don't have problems with our flo
Morals from Doctor WhoMorals from Doctor Who4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!
Bad laws were made to be broken.
Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable.
Which is the quickest way out of here?
[Each of the women at the fountain point in different directions.]
Yes. Well. That's democracy for you.
I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.
Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.
Oh, you know nothing of any human, and that will be your downfall
There's no such thing as an ordinary human.
End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable,
Because of Doctor WhoBecause of Doctor Who I am Afraid of...Because of Doctor Who2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2. Christmas trees
5. school food
7. blue tooth devices
10. children's drawings
11. MRI machines
13. gas masks
14. brass bands
17. the dark
21. coma patients
23. ...and hospitals again
25. weight loss pills
30. old ladies
Madlax doodlesMadlax doodles2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
10 Anime Elenore Was Casted But Refused (W/Reasons)
1. Witchblade. "I have to what?!"
2. Ikki Tousen. She beaten everyone up. Twice in one hour.
3. Noir. No maid parts with cute rich teen girls.
4. Nanoha. Got befriended straight to hell. Oops. I meant Nanoha got befriended.
5. Sekirei. Kazehana made her cry with her 96 cm boobs.
6. Re: Cutey Honey. "Don't wanna lose my uniform."
7. Higurashi. Killing gets boring after a while. So does cleaning up after yourself.
8. Freezing. Too vicious. And no, not the other girls.
9. Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Went against the script and saved Mami.
10. Pokemon. Why let small creatures have all the fun when you can ninja-kick your way thru Kanto, Johto, and all those regions?
20 Other Things Margaret Considered Obsessing Over But Didn't
She had a thing for red shoes, a book, and pasta. And those things have some significance. Ever wonder what was rejected?
1. Kirika plushie.
4. A strange watch.
Childhood is CallingHear those giggles?Childhood is Calling5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those laughs of pure joy?
They call to you, little one, they call.
But will you answer?
With voice so sweet, you should
Little one you should.
So Laugh and play and run with glee,
For before you know it, you will soon see,
That you will no longer be so free.
Doctor Who jokesKnock knock.Doctor Who jokes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Q: What happens when the headless monks leave banana peels on the floor?
A: Silence will fall
Q: How many Sontarans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: None! Sontarans do not fear the dark!
Q: How many Time Lords does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Interference in the lighting practices of other cultures is strictly forbidden.
Q: How many cybermen does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: LIGHTBULBS ARE INELEGANT. THEY WILL BE UPGRADED.
Yo momma's so fat, the whole Slavine family could fit inside her at once
Yo momma's so fat, the cybermen upgraded her into a hot dog van
Yo momma's so fat, project indigo took her to an ice cream parlor
Yo momma's so fat, the Adipose consider her a natural resource
Yo momma's so fat, Captain Jack didn't try to flirt with her
Why did the chicken cross the road?
The tesselector: Our records office is sealed to the public. The chicken isn't guilty of anything.
River Song: Spoilers.
Snapshots From Two LivesApplejack was not a silly pony, but she certainly felt like one.Snapshots From Two Lives2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tears that felt like molten lava were running down her muzzle and into the soft, white, slightly damp skin of her pillow. She prayed to Celestia and Luna and whoever else was listening that the pillow would turn blue, and sprout wings, and tell her that it was sorry for ever having said all those hurtful things, that it wasn't just a phase, that she was still hers, that there was no need for all this hurt...
Big Macintosh had heard the row, of course. And the one before. And the one before that. Anger had boiled away inside him, but the sobs of his sister broke it like a rock on an old window. He slowly - well, he did everything slowly, save thinking - trotted upstairs to Applejack's room and offered her his shoulder to cry on.
She'd bucked him hard. He stood there and took it.
She'd bucked him again. He stood there and took it.
For who knew how long - certainly not Big Macintosh, who'd sprouted a big hoof-shaped dent in
WTG 6 - Compliments"Tonight's the night, Twilight. Tonight you're finally going to tell her how you feel " The lavender unicorn muttered to herself as she trotted along with a letter in her saddlebag, along with a balloon and string. It had taken a lot of convincing herself, but she just couldn't wait anymore. Ever since she moved to Ponyville about two and a half years ago, she had been infatuated with one pony in particular. Somepony who was fun-loving, who was cute, and who was the best at what they do (which was merely a bonus). Somepony who feared nothing, who was versatile, and well-rounded, and was always there for her friends. Twilight couldn't help but enjoy the irony of how they were pretty much exact opposites, but in a way she enjoyed their differences more than anything. Her energy always encouraged Twilight to get out of her reading binges and be active. Her laughter always made Twilight feel all fluttery and happy, even if most of it was at her. Where Twilight found herself lacWTG 6 - Compliments2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ain't You Proud?"It's amazing!" Soarin' shouted. "Once you get every magic spotlight turned on you out in the center of the stadium...man, you just can't explain it. You just got to be in your prime because everything revolves on what you do."Ain't You Proud?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soarin' was the kind of pony that enjoyed, that reveled in the attention he received as a Wonderbolt. But his revelation on how it made him feel wasn't making Rainbow Dash any bit less nervous about their upcoming performance. The rainbow-maned pegasus, now more anxious than ever, slowly walked over to a corner and lay herself down, trying her best not to show the fear in her eyes as she stared at the wall across the room; she wasn't doing very well.
"Soarin', will you cut it out?" Spitfire sympathetically asked, "she's already shaky enough without you scaring her even more." The yellow coated leader of the Wonderbolts returned to her thoughts, silently mouthing words as she mentally reviewed the choreography for the show.
Rainbow Dash was always confident back
Equestria War Z: Case File 2Case File 2: Captain Rainbow DashEquestria War Z: Case File 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The NightWatch control is a vibrant, bustling centre of activity. As I enter I can see ponies at terminals co-ordinating the fliers, maps adorn every available table, the whole place decked in gunmetal grey flagstones. There's an extremely utilitarian air to the whole room, as the machinery of this vital post-war emergency service moves around me.
The pony I have been aiming to meet is standing in the centre of the room, her rainbow mane cropped short in a military crewcut, her body wrapped in a form-fitting uniform. It's a vibrant, navy blue cut across with lightning bolts down each limb. The uniform is reminiscent of pre-war aerobatic team uniforms.
The Captain doesn't acknowledge me until I am very close, standing opposite her at the table. Before us is a glimmering magigram of the nearby town of New Ponyville, each building, field and pony fleshed out in full 3-D for the captain to plan her recon teams. Tonight is like any other night, the danger o
AcceptanceIt was Scootaloo's last chance. This was it. Her last chance to defy fate, to change her destiny.Acceptance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Standing at the top of the rocky slope the orange pegasus began to run forward.
She lept, and focused all the pony power of thrust from her wings straight down in an attempt to climb.
She dropped. Not fast but uncontrolled. Her hooves skipped over loose rocks knocking them rolling down the slope.
She struggled to flap her wings harder and faster.
She danced lightly over a rock as it started to roll.
She was balancing out. She wasn't loosing any more altitude.
No, she was just balancing on a rolling rock moving down the slope.
No, her pressure sensitive ears told her she was actually climbing slightly.
She slowed her wings and looked down.
She was balancing, dancing on a rolling, round rock. The rock was in the air. Rolling and finding traction in the substance of the sky. Like a wheel.
Scootaloo had lea