The Who's TOOMYThe Who's TOOMY!The Who's TOOMY6 years ago in Humor More Like This
a Rock Opera by Pete Townshend
additional music by John Entwistle and Keith Moon
1. Because Even Rock Operas Need Opening Music (P. Townshend)
2. LAWLZ, Your Husband is Dead (P. Townshend)
3. Well, it's not a Girl (P. Townshend)
4. Did We Lose? (P. Townshend)
5. No, 1921 is NOT Going to be a Good Year (P. Townshend)
6. Not-So-Amazing Quest (P. Townshend)
7. *Insert Musical Break Here*
8. Marilyn Monroe Can Cure EVERYTHING (P. Townshend)
9. Kwanza (P. Townshend)
10. I'm Cousin Kevin and I Beat Up Blind Kids. (J. Entwistle)
11. Sex and A Whole Lotta Drugs (P. Townshend)
12. Yet Another Musical Break (P. Townshend)
13. "Gee, should I leave my severely disabled son with his drunk Uncle?" "Sure! Just give Ernie a few minutes, he'll pass out..." (P. Townshend)
14. Raep Tiem (J. Entwistle)
15. Pac Man Warlock (P. Townshend)
16. There's Some Guy Who Wants to do Bizarre Medical Tests on our Kid (P. Townshend)
17. Toomy's Faking it. Go to the Mirror
BBCS:FF - Find MeBBCS:FF - Find Me4 years ago in Drama More Like This
[BBC Sherlock Fan-Fiction]
Sherlock lurched down the dank alley, his feet splashing in puddles of water left by the late rains. He threw an arm up against the brick wall beside him as his leg threatened to give out. He was panting. Hard. Had he ever run that fast or that far before?
Certainly not like this
A blast of pain, muffled as it was by exhaustion and the cold of the night, shot up the side of his body and he collapsed to the damp cement. He forced his trembling body into a sitting position, leaning back against the wall. He clamped his arm tight over his side.
He could feel its warmth.
"You'll come with me, Mr. 'olmes?" The man was smiling almost warmly, his face crinkled with old age. Sherlock stayed sitting on his chair, lifting the edge of his tea mug to his lips.
"You promise to make this interesting for m
The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThe Itsy Bitsy TARDIS3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then came the cracks and pushed the box adrift
In came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracks
And the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
Hot Water"Ouch!" Paul cried once he spilled hot water on his fingers. He set the tea kettle back on the stove top and blew on his hand.Hot Water2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's going on in there?" John called to him. "Is my coffee ready yet?"
"J-Just about!" Paul quickly yanked the freezer door open and grabbed a few ice cubes. Then he ripped some paper towels and wrapped the ice cubes with his fingers inside. He let out a soft sigh and walked back to the counter to grab John's favorite coffee mug. The white one that said I LOVE ME on it with the heart and everything.
"Finally," John scoffed from his recliner chair. "What happened?" He sat up and noticed the paper towels wrapped around Paul's fingers.
"I burnt myself, it's nothing..." Paul reached out and handed John his coffee. Then he shifted the damp paper towels and noticed he was getting the floor wet.
"You're dripping, Macca," John smirked and took a sip of his drink. Then he placed his coffee down on the glass table.
"I see that," Paul said. "So what are our plans for t
I Feel Fine Chp. 4I Feel Fine Chp. 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up early in my hotel room, fully rested and refreshed. I did a quick stretch; then got out of my bed. Getting dressed, I grabbed some casual wear from my suitcase. I was wearing a maroon colored, short sleeved shirt. On the shirt was this logo of a designer company. I chose to match it with a pair of black corduroy pants. Very casual. After that, I briefly straightened my hair in the bathroom. I've got to look at least somewhat decent when going down to the lobby to get breakfast.
When I reached the lobby, I bought a newspaper that came out today. Guess what the top story was? "New talent along with the Fab Four" aka me! It was great! I couldn't wait to show Ringo. Basically, it was about how I'm traveling with the Beatles and why. Now back to what was going on. I headed to the café that was within the hotel. There I snatched some chow for breakfast, taking the bag back up to my room.
On the way back to the room, I somehow ran into George in the hallway. "
Chocolate In The SunHe cupped her cheeks in his fingers and forced her to look at him. She was cold, but warm at the same time. The rumbling hum of the mighty box echoed dully deep within the maze of chambers.Chocolate In The Sun4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What? What is it?" she giggled, tugged away as he pulled her into a child-like half-hug. "Something bothering you?"
He blinked back the tears that formed on his eyelashes and hid his face, reluctantly letting her go. She folded her arms across her breast and raised an eyebrow. He leaned back from the controls of the machine and settled into a chair. She lay on his chest, awkwardly at first, then affectionately. The gentle thud of two rhythmic heart beats allowed her to relax into his clothes. He tilted back his head and stared up at the roof of the stolen vehicle, a dozen thoughts running through his mixed up mind. His hand hovered across her belly; not even he knew what was going on with her. It scared him, and worried him. She seemed to sink into him, it was almost like home amongst his tweed coa
I Feel Fine Chp. 11I Feel Fine Chp. 113 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Returning to the hotel for the night, I took a shower, putting my now bloody blouse in the washer machine a few rooms down. My entire body ached, especially my cheeks and arms where those crazy girls got at. After I had turned the water off, I stood there for a moment trying to relax from all the craziness. I've only been here for no more than a week, yet I've been through so many things. "Oh boy," I began talking to myself, "I don't know how much more I can take of this."
All dressed with my damp blond hair wrapped in a towel, I walked out of the bathroom. There was Caroline, my new roommate, sitting on her bed. It was a foot or two away from mine. She sat there brushing her long locks, wearing a polka dot nightgown and pants. Paul had invited her to stay with us as we continued the U.S tour. So now I have someone to talk to besides those crazy men. "More of what," She asked curiously.
Realizing what I had just said accidentally, I instantly responded with, "Oh nothing!" She knew that
Pink Floyd Being DrunkPink Floyd Being Drunk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was 2:00 am.
But it was hot out.
The doors were open.
Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.
And they were all shit-faced drunk.
"And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood.
None of them made much sense.
"You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks.
"Dave, you suck at everything," Roger spat, taking another swig of beer and another drag on his smoke. He was sitting on the couch across from Dave, Rick and Nick. Syd was lying upside-down over the side of the couch next to him singing something. Every once in a while, he decided to grab Roger's toes, which would usually earn him a swift but ineffective kick in his direction.
"If you don't
The Quiet One?Born in Liverpool,The Quiet One?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the rest of the band,
It might be hard to understand
That you were important too.
In the 1960s where thoughts of war
Could finally cease,
John and Paul wrote of life, love and peace.
You wrote of it too, didn't you?
Though you were often pushed aside
And left behind,
Your spirit didn't unwind.
Playing the lead was enough for you.
Loving the music,
Yet hating the fame,
You tired of newspapers calling your name.
You sought for a happier way.
With the band's breaking up,
You started off new,
Knowing what you now would do.
Coming out of your shell you wrote famed songs too.
Meteoric QuicksilverMeteoric Quicksilver6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until I heard the colors, silence ruled
In cold dominion. Desperate airless cry
Of isolation; crushing, vacuum cold,
Sightless greyscale horrors plagued the eye.
But then, a filament of hope, a thread,
Whispered light to silenced psyche;
Quicksilver voice that banished morbid dread
A sonic thread, a higher frequency.
Kinetic joy, a rainbow symphony,
It soars on meteoric phoenix wings
That shatter the lacuna coil, break free
Bright soul, the melody through aether sings.
Neath spreading leaves, in dreams, I heard your song;
We love you still, that melody lives on.
Other Wybie's Story - 8- An Other Story -Other Wybie's Story - 86 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Chapter 8 ~
I had been pinned down.
I couldnt move.
My hands and feet were pinned,
Those pins felt like nails.
The sickening lyrics came again and again in Other Wybies head. It was a chant that made him feel as cold as ice.
What What in the world is this!? Other Wybie thought in panic. He tried to start struggling, but heard a small rip and stopped. The pain coursing through his sewn body told him that he was nailed, sewn, and pinned down to the table. If he struggled, he would just die. Painfully.
Other Wybie couldnt see much of the room. He peered out to the right of himself though, and he saw the Beldam coming towards him.
He started to struggle again, as a reflex.
No.. Get away from me!! His eyes seemed to scream. His mouth changed from smiles to frowns, all in a desperate attempt to scream.
Now little Wybie... Dont struggle Youll only die. And I
The Doctor and You 2The Doctor and You 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You are cramped, too warm, blind, and it feels like your heart will never slow down. It's been in your throat for as long as you can remember, and you are sure they can hear you.
They are everywhere. And the one alien you need right then is nowhere to be seen.
Another one goes gliding silently by you, and despite the heat, you feel an aching cold pass through your stomach and you curl up even tighter, trying to disappear.
Where could he be? He promised to keep you safe. "I would take a bullet for you." He had said, holding your hand to his chest. "I really would. Both hearts. You're going to be fine. I'm going to get you out of here."
That's what he said before they dragged him away. And you would be worried about him, except the creatures have been whispering, and panicking about an escaped prisoner, and you can still understand them. So he is alive. Free. Conscious. Alright.
So why hasn't he come for you already?
And why haven't they found you yet? It's not like y
Other Wybie's Story - 3- An Other Story Other Wybie's Story - 36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
~ Chapter 3 ~
I had to know,
I had to find out,
I needed to know -
If my life was a lie.
Other Wybie looked around; he really didnt know what to do with himself.
I guess Ill go outside Wait! I remember that the cat said hed come back soon. Maybe hell tell me some things about this place, Im a bit curious now he thought.
Other Wybie walked down the stairs, past the corridors, and into the foyer. Everything seemed listless, like light had been drained from them.
Wow... Was this place always this dark? Other Wybie shivered, even though he didnt know why.
He continued on, and saw a dark room with a small door in the dimly lit corner.
Huh? He walked closer to the door, and then
Oof! A bureau that looked somewhat like a bug shoved him out of the way. It blocked all passage into the room.
Hey! Whys the room block
He Got The CallHe Got The Call2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He got the call. But he wished he hadn't. The voice coming through on the other end shook his heart with a disturbed energy. It wasn't the tone, or the owner of the voice, but what the voice said. The message he was relayed he had been prepared for, yet at the same exact time nothing could have readied him for the news that reached his heart and stabbed his soul.
He dropped the phone in a stunned silence. The receiver fell from his hand and slid down his front to the floor, as if in slow motion to him. He couldn't see or feel or hear it moving, and the shatter of plastic seemed only distant to his mind. Blue eyes were clouded over in silent despair, and a mouth quivered, fighting the urge from within. He looked down and knew what was happening inside himself.
In the silence of his innermost world, the one forever in his mind, David looked down at a thousand fragments of his heart; his aquamarine eyes were large and confused, hurt, and even afraid. The long, straight brown hair h
Impossible. I sighed, and slumped my head in my hands. On my little tray in front of me, I had a J, two D's, an N, an O and two U's. I looked over at the Doctor, sat at the opposite end of the board. He was busily reshuffling his letters, jotting down notes in his notebook, and smiling slightly. I blew my fringe upwards in despair, and said "You do know that it's your go?"Impossible.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stopped writing and looked up at me. "You can't rush genius!" he said, waggling his finger at me. I pushed my hair back and leaned back in my chair, putting my feet up on the TARDIS console, ensuring that I didn't kick the dimensional stabiliser. I nearly blew a hole in time and space when I tripped over the handbrake.
Seventeen minutes later, The Doctor finally began to set letters on the board. I leaned over suspiciously. "What on Earth is a... Sonterrun?"
"That's SonTARan," he said "Basically a war loving baked potato. Aaaand that's double letter score, and triple word bonus, making my score... thr
The Doctor X Reader-Ice Skating Lessons- One-shotCalm.The Doctor X Reader-Ice Skating Lessons- One-shot2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
That was the only word I could use to describe the world around me. The snow around me was untouched, save for the footprints I'd left trailed behind me. Mountains could be seen off in the distance, rising up in majestic glory. The sky was a crisp bright gray, small flakes falling softly from it. Uninterrupted by the wind, I could stick my tongue out and catch the flakes easily. Such a childish thing it was, but I didn't care.
Yes, it was a perfect winter day.
Skipping through the last of the sparse, bare trees, I grinned as I finally reached my destination. The lake sparkled before me in all its glory, the surface covered in the thick, mid-winter ice. I paused a moment before letting out a loud laugh and barreling down the hill in a very un-lady like manner.
I slid to a stop at the bottom, falling purposefully down on my rear. Ignoring my wet pants, I pulled my skates off of my back. Throwing my boots off onto a snowdrift, I quickly laced the bladed footwear.
I'd been waiting mo
A doggone nuisance."Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay! Tah-rah-rah-boom-dee-ay!"A doggone nuisance.2 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Doctor cheerfully sung to himself as he danced around the TARDIS control column. He and the Ponds had just returned from England, 1903, and in rather a rush, too. It seems that the royal family doesn't take kindly to magical blue boxes appearing suddenly at the palace. But, all things considered, they'd made a nice day of it, and also had a tour of the place on the way out. Which was lovely, the Doctor thought.
Amy and Rory had run ahead to get changed before their dinner in modern-day Versailles, leaving the Doctor alone in the console room, happily pressing buttons, and-
The TARDIS lurched to one side, sending the Doctor flying across the room. After a few seconds, he got up slowly, straightened his bow tie and said "Now, dear. What was all that abou-"
The TARDIS shook again, sending him flying once more. This time, he got up and stomped around the console, angrily waggling his finger. "What's the matter w
The Doctor and You 3The Doctor and You 34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Knock knock knock.
" are you in there? Ready to go?" comes the Doctor's voice through your bedroom door. "I've found this great new planet- it has no sun! The warmth comes completely from the planet's core, and the entire planet is self-sustaining-- you've got to come on!"
His words make very little sense at first as you roll over, groaning. Your whole body aches, and your head is pounding. You have been sleeping for eight hours and it feels like you ran a marathon.
"can I come in?" Comes the Doctor's voice around the door as his words filter back into your consciousness.
"Yes." You croak, your voice scratchy and throat hurting.
His head pokes around the door and his vibrant expression immediately falls. He comes over to your bed and sits next to you, smoothing his cool hand across your brow.
"Are you alright?" He asks, brow furrowed in concern.
You shake your head. "I don't feel well." You mumble, enjoying his cooler body temperature as his fingers trace across your f
Roger George WatersRoger George Waters3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I have to say it: Roger means too much for me. So, many people think that he's a fucking asshole, he was an aweful person, bla bla bla..but me not. I always think that we are similiar. Our behavior, our way to do and to see the life. Thank him i've understand who i'm, so i've understood him. He's one of my favourite songwriter and when i listened to one of his songs i think "God, this song IS him!". He's able to print himself in the lyrics and in his music. I love him and i think he's a wonderful person.
So, Happy Birthday, Roger. <3
The FactoryA thousand angels called in sick with migraines.The Factory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand bridges crumbled at your feet.
So bury me at Wounded Knee and pretend you never dreamed.
Forever-stretching sky can be so choking; cough and suffocate on the
Prison with no bars, the graffiti-splashed jail that tastes like gasoline and copper.
Burns going down.
Black, greedy smoke from the Coca-Cola factory and American Steel refinery plant cloud my murky sky.
So I toss aside the pamphlet shoved in my face -
"Louis Farrakhan is the Way and the Life".
Watch the bums dance in the heating vents, spinning the delirious cacophony you can never understand.
I see a skull in the tabletop and a sneer in your voice
Your voice is red and I don't know where I'm going anymore.
You best run, old man, unless "your blood on my hands" is on your Christmas list.
From years ago when you
Not Remotely ImportantThe old man still looked up at the sky. Every night, when he had the chance, he would wrap up warm and take a flask of hot tea out to the seat beside his telescope. It was an act of tribute now. He had long since let go of the idle fancy that he would ever see that man, that most wonderful man again. Sometimes it was a truly bitter memory, another friend lost to war, and how he hoped that the poor creature, that ancient blazing angel had been wrong. Perhaps he was out there somewhere, fully recovered, too embarrassed to return. Too afraid?Not Remotely Important3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wilfred knew it was still dangerous. His granddaughter visited often, particularly when his bungalow was situated just around the corner from her comfortable family home. It was a miracle to see her so content since those miserable Christmases past, but she had found happiness. Her husband treated her well and the world was just bursting with opportunities for her now she had the freedom and time to consider. The distant expressions she showed
Klaine: Truth or Tape?Third person omn.Klaine: Truth or Tape?4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, let this evening begin!" Rachel said as she raised a plastic cup of punch (thankfully). Rachel had invited Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, Lauren, and Tina over to her house to discuss various topics, such as styles, school events, and, most importantly, boys.
"Everyone, lets raise our glasses to going 5 months, or more, to not a drip of alcohol in our systems!" Rachel said, standing, letting her long night gown flow down to her toes.
"Let me raise mine especially high for 1 ½ years with out alcohol. Burn." Kurt explained.
"Yay!" Everyone shouted in unison.
"So, first discussion...fashion?" Rachel said, sitting down while the others just nodded their heads.
"Oh screw the rest of that Berry, lets talk boys." Mercedes cut in. Rachel agreed.
"So I see that yours and Artie's relationship is going strong." Tina said, turning to Brittany.
"Well, after the whole 'bun in the oven' thing, he hasn't been sexy lately, especially after Ms. Holiday came t
Fear of the DarkFear of the DarkFear of the Dark5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone has an irrational fear, but Holly's irrational fear is rather rational. The fear of the dark. Not the darkness itself, but what lives in it. It doesn't have a name and no one has lived to tell about what it looks like. It's just lives in the shadows. Not every shadow, but any shadow.
Holly was walking home from school and decided to take a short cut though an alleyway. Half way though, darkness fell around her as Holly looked around trying to piece together why it went dark when it was clearly day only moments ago. Turning around to walk back out, Holly stopped dead.
It was pitch black, a solid wall of shadow blocking the way she just came in seconds ago. Quicker now, she dashed to the other side of the alley, her blood runing cold. Glancing back just once, she saw the way cle