Comic Relief inspired...a time loop, Doctor. Stuck in...Comic Relief inspired3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
IdraulicoShrooms and stars bring skills untold.Idraulico3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
Why Him?Suddenly, a strange feeling ran through me.Why Him?2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A feeling of dread.
I felt so cold, like all the life had been sucked out of me.
Something was gone Something was missing
I don't know what urged me to call out his name, but the next thing I knew it was on my lips.
In an instant I understood,
My heart shattering into a million tiny pieces,
As tears rolled down my face.
There would be no response.
There would never be an answer.
Never again would he look at me with those eyes of his
And say in his voice what an idiot I was.
I am such an idiot.
Texts, Pt 1Just like every time before, the therapy sessions weren't helping. Not one bit. In fact, it had made it all worse, much much worse, because it forced him to revisit that terrible day. The sessions made his brain repeat, over and over, the horrible, heart-breaking day that he yearned to push aside.Texts, Pt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
But he couldn't let it go.
He wouldn't let it go.
He had been in wars. He had seen things that would make the average Joe vomit, merely by mentioning them. But nothing, nothing had prepared him for such a betrayal, and there was nothing to numb the pain and bring closure to his hurt.
He was haunted by nightmares, fitful dreams that caused tears to flow, unbidden, down his cheeks in slumber, an unconscious sorrow that struck the core of everything he had known...
"...that's what people do, don't they? Leave a note?"
"...leave a note? Why?"
"...no. NO. SHERLOCK!"
He spread his arms to the London skyline, his body tilted forward, and...
"Jesus!" John Watson sat bolt upr
Sentence StoriesOne time when Amy was sick, the Doctor gave her an apple with a smiley face carved out of it to cheer her up.Sentence Stories2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The first time Amy ever saw the Doctor cry was when the rose he kept in a vase on the table died.
She'd never asked why he didn't talk about his past companions; she could see the sadness in his eyes all too clearly.
He would have mentioned Rory a few times but he saw her struggling to place her sadness and decided against it.
Weddings always made him laugh, and this was no exception.
He couldn't bear any universe or time line where Amy and Rory weren't together and he always did his best to make it happen.
It hurt him to let her go, but Rory somehow knew she'd always come back for him.
Amy complained every time they landed on Earth instead of a different planet.
It wasn't that he didn't want to teach her how to fly the TARDIS, it was just that Rory warned him off early enough.
His first night alone in the TARDIS without the Ponds was the worst night since he lost Rose.
The Deep EndHe took her to a concert. One of those concerts where one dresses up fancy and watches an orchestra play. This time the performer was a cellist.The Deep End2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He wore a tux with trainers. She wore a navy blue dress, which he decided was his new favourite dress. He couldn't help but watch her watch the performance, her eyes sparkling in delight. She held his hand through it all.
They waited for the crowds to leave before they left and as they walked through the magnificent lobby, he got down on one knee. It wasn't a formal proposal, not in the lease, but it meant so much to both of them.
A chance at a normal life in this TARDISless world.
They were ready to jump off the deep end.
Texts - Ch.2 BoredomTexts - Ch.2 Boredom2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ch. 2 A Case of Boredom
-----It had been utter child's play. John hadn't even the chance to join him. The investigation and the clues came together so quickly that his flatmate had only managed to pop in toward the end to corner the culprit. Sherlock knew that John would want all the details for his blog. Everything from the drowning being a murder and the cover-up being an insanely quick and clean installation. Although the sleuth detested those who wished to inflict upon the world their horrible opinionated writing, Sherlock found John's detailed online diary an interesting insight into the man's opinions and personality. If anything it was a way for him to detect how John felt regarding his sociopath roommate.
-----Removing his mobile as he walked down Cherry Crossing, Sherlock thumbed through the contacts before sending a message to Mycroft.
Case solved. Unauthorized frozen fish trade. Embezzlement. Northbank Construction: 2nd line manager.
Naturally. John's Browning wil
That's it?When Sherlock Holmes woke up, he was on the sofa, in his dressing gown. He rubbed his eyes and deduced that he must have fallen asleep in it the night before.That's it?2 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night before
He narrowed his eyes. He had absolutely no recollection of the previous night.
He sat upright on the sofa and ran his hand through his hair.
He looked up and saw John sitting on the windowsill, staring at the passing traffic, with his mobile sat next to him. Sherlock pressed his fingers against his eyelids.
"Can you pass me the coffee?", he said, gesturing lazily to the steaming mug on the table opposite John.
John continued to sit there, and sighed to himself, but ignored his flat mate.
"John." Sherlock tried again. The doctor was never usually this annoyed with him so early on in the morning. "The coffee, please?" Still no response.
A few seconds passed, and then John picked up the coffee, and drank it himself. Sherlock snorted quietly.
"Charming," he said "You're getting better and better at ignoring me
LoftwingsThey're soaring skyward... Farewell, dear friends.Loftwings2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Birthday Gift - The Road Less TraveledLocation: New York, New YorkBirthday Gift - The Road Less Traveled2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On the corner of Lark and Bell street, in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs of New York City, a big white colonial house is buzzing with activity. The black door stands wide open, and offers a portal to the current scene.
The first one out is a tall blonde man, carrying two suitcases. His tie and dress shirt match in an uncanny way, and his muscles strain from the weight of the baggage. With one hand, he holds the suitcases, and uses the other to open the trunk of the dark blue Honda Pilot.
A minute later, a dark-haired woman joins him, adding a cooler and suitcase to the collection of items in the trunk. She is wearing a sundress the color of the sky, the perfect attire for the hot summer weather that is signature to New England.
The two, the couple, talk for a bit while a stream of kids march out from the inside of the house, rolling suitcases behind them. The first, a blonde girl, carries a book under her arm, ignoring the protests to move
.:Tear Drops:..:Tear Drops:.6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He turned and just looked at me.
Once again the feeling of butterflies fluttering around in my stomach appeared, like it always does when hes with me. I can feel my cheeks heat up under his soft stare. I try my hardest to smile, though inside this is literally just tearing me apart.
I try to stay away from him. I try to not like him. Try to not let him have my heart unknowingly. Its a battle Im having against myself. Half of me wants to be with him, wants to give him my heart and love him to the fullest extent; the other not wanting to get myself more interested than I already am.
The fact is, I love him. I am head over heals in love with this boy who sits across from me. I want to be with him every waking moment of the day, though I know this is just hurting myself even more.
Its hard enough to live with the fact that I cant have him. That he can possibly never be mine. Now Im realizing that I need him. I seem to need his company; to stare into
The World's a Stage WxG Ch1IntroductionThe World's a Stage WxG Ch13 years ago in Romance More Like This
By Enchantress Nova
Such a place, ever screaming and singing with underground talents from fire eaters to acrobats, was home to the most wonderfully strange and grotesquely beautiful people in Europe. What these people could do challenged the norm and brought life to the dreary days of Londoners, enchanting the grey masses and enthralling their senses with all the flavour and colour the world could provide.
The stage was set, the lights were on and the audience expecting. There had been much talk of a talented singer here, able to hit any note, any time, any place...any position. Flexible, gorgeous and with the voice of the Heavens, this 'Ophelia' was the star of the stage in trousers or a dress. The name a tragic one, taken from Shakespeare's Hamlet to express a part of his or herself still hidden.
Tonight there he stood, real identity unknown to the public, in a pair of tight and sleek black trousers and matching heeled boots, but a white blouse long and with a train rea