Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn1 Chapter 1Secret Desire:ChelseaxVaughn15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Some info about this new series: Fan of VaughnxChelsea? Than look no farther, I'll faithfully write their love story, how they met, their past, and more. Read on Harvest Moon fans, read on.
Through a World DarklyI fell through a world darklyThrough a World Darkly6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to that city of lost angels
they say does not exist
and tasted the streets paved in gold
and the manna burning too bright
in your eyes.
I let it touch me
no one else dared
and wept at the wonder
of feeling something new.
I watched the sun eclipse
and loved how the cold
welled up from the buildings
and saw the beauty
in bitter weeds
that broke the fallow streets
and made them weep
the simplicity of chaos
stroke my thoughts,
undressing them like carrion
and the hard thrust of deceit
sallow and sinuous
crack the world apart
in my hands.
And I knew in an instant
my home was among the broken,
those softly bleeding souls
whose skin is my incense,
and whose frail flesh
is the light
that leads me back to you...
The Koh-i-Noor“And you’ll never guess what she had with her, Mum.” Rose beamed.The Koh-i-Noor3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“The Koh-i-Noor! We held the Koh-i-Noor!”
Jackie smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly. “Blimey! That’s impressive! You should have brought it home.”
She laughed. “Mum!”
“What? Oh don’t give me that look. Why didn’t you?”
The Doctor stared at her for a second then nudged Rose. “Is she serious?”
“Yes I am serious!” She leant forward slightly. “We could do with the money.”
Rose chuckled. “We’re not so hard up that we need to steal from Queen Victoria.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Well I’m sure she can spare a few quid.”
The Time Lord looked between both women. “What?” His brow creased. “Rose, I don’t understand, is she being serious? ‘Cause I can’t tell if she’s being serious and that scares me.
To Capture a Glimpse“Come here, you, come and look at these.” Jackie sat down beside the Doctor, crossing her legs underneath her as she opened the photo album on her lap, moving it across to balance between them. “Isn’t she beautiful?”To Capture a Glimpse3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked at the first photo; Rose, just a few hours old, wrapped tightly in her mother’s arms as her head rested on her chest. “Yeah.” He turned his head as Rose perched on the arm of the sofa beside him.
She leant towards him and peered over his shoulder. “Oh, Mum!”
She chuckled. “Shh, you’re adorable and it’s not like there’s any inappropriate ones. Neither of us was ever like that and I assure you you’re just beautiful in every single one.”
The Doctor smiled and lightly put his arm round Rose. “Go on, let me see them.” He pointed at the first picture of her. “Look, you’re beautiful.”
She softly laughed, curling into him and looking over his shou
Rap Battle: 10th Doctor Vs. 11thRap Battle: 10th Doctor Vs. 11th2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
RAP BATTLE: TENTH DOCTOR VS. ELEVENTH DOCTOR
10: Hey! What's up Doc? It seems our time streams have crossed
11: Yeah, any ideas on how to fix this paradox?
1o: Not yet, but while we're at it, I've got some things to ask,
10: What's that thing 'round your neck, and that dorky red hat?
11: BOW-TIES ARE COOL! And FYI, so's the fez!
11: As for you, skinny boy, what's with those glasses?
11: You know as well as I do that you can see quite clearly.
11: Are you trying to make yourself look as smart as me?
10: Ha! I'd have to look pretty daft to appear as "intelligent" as you ,
10: Did my next regeneration give you a smaller IQ?
10: You're stupid, you're a doctor who can't "make people better".
10: I, on the other hand, always win because I'm clever!
10: Much like Miss Evangelista, You're a poor copy of me.
10: And I am TEN TIMES the Timelord you will ever be.
11. What about your screwdriver? It's not as flashy as mine!
11. With all these new settings, I get the ladies every time!
10: Fine th
DW: Those Words"I love you."DW: Those Words3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The words roll off his tongue with unexpected ease. He, of all people, knows how short a human life is, knows that every single second matters and should be treasured. He does not have the time to stall, unlike his Time Lord counterpart.
He pulls back from her, watching her face for any signs of emotion. For a moment, he is scared. Why would she choose him? He is almost as human as she is, albeit with a Time Lord brain. He does not have the TARDIS, nor all of time and space to offer. Why choose that, when she could have all of time and space on a plate?
His thoughts are quickly silenced as she grabs the lapels of his jacket and kisses him thoroughly. His eyes flutter shut as he starts to kiss her back, savouring the moment. A moment he hopes will repeat itself soon because kissing Rose Tyler is mind blowing, amazing and absolutely fantastic... or at least those are the closets words he can find in this inadequate language.
Suddenly, the sound of the TARDIS interrupts the
The Doctor X Reader ~The Rules~—message right now!The Doctor X Reader ~The Rules~2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In order to function with your new Time Lord (assuming you're his friend, an acquaintance or quite possibly a stranger he picked up off of the street in order to help assuage his confidence and pride after the last one, God rest their souls) we can assume the process if going to be very difficult.
Time travel can be fun, take me word for it! Here, I'll even send you a—
All right, did you get it? Good. If you didn't, I can wait, but we haven't got all day now.
Got it? Excellent. Let's go right into your rules.
1. If he says he's sorry, he really means it.
2. When he pulls out the weird thing that makes the buzzy noise and glows, it's not anything sexual, really. Just stand to the side and let him do the talking.
3. There's a reason he's been traveling with the TARDIS for nine hundred years and you two days. Treat her with Respect.
4. When he says 'stay there
Mad Wonderland -11-Back when the battle of the Champion had been fought and, for the Red Queen, lost, most her card knights had surrendered their weapons and their loyalty to her. However a small number had remained loyal to the Bloody Red Queen and had sought her out in her exile to serve her again, hoping to restore her to her formal glory. As this force grew, Ilosivich Stayne, of whom the Red Queen was terrified after his attempt on her life, suddenly changed his behavior toward the Queen, once again becoming loyal and subservient to her. Though the card knights saw the change as suspicious, the Queen had been more than willing to once again accept Stayne into her good graces for she indeed still harbored affection for her Knave of Hearts. The Red Queen had rallied her troops, though small in number, into a force which they all referred to as the Red Rebellion. She'd added to her troops by terrorizing small villages far outside the reign of the White Queen, staying well out of sight until she had a laMad Wonderland -11-4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pirates and Hatters----------Pirates and Hatters5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Pirates and Hatters
Alice Kingsleigh pulled her jacket a little tighter around her and hurried her steps. When she'd decided to stay late at the Kingsleigh and Ascot Trading firm's office, she had not expected to lose track of time and make her way back to the little place she was renting in the dark. Most people steered clear of her because she was "strange," but there were those few who found ways past their superstitions of her to approach her. And without an escort
"Excuse me, miss, but would ye 'appen to know where the 'arbor is?"
Alice's initial instinct was to run very far and very fast away from the voice that had suddenly come from behind her. But her second, stronger, reaction made her freeze in recognition. That sounded like She spun, irrational but anxious hope in her heart, to face the owner of that voice. "Tarrant?"
She was immediately disappointed.
Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)"If you ever loved me, say it like you're going to come back." He came back.Sleeping Beauty (Doctor Who)2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
She was asleep. Like Sleeping Beauty in her glass casket, River lay on a golden bier, her hair curling around her head like a silky cloud, her face still.
The Doctor rubbed his hands together and made a happy “ooh” face. That means he got to kiss her awake. This was perfect.
He leaned over, then stopped. He just looked at her. She didn’t breathe, but she wasn’t pale. She was still that wonderful honey gold tone, her strong lovely body draped in a flowing white gown. His wife. His hearts beat doubletime, strange that they could here.
Her beautiful well-formed face, each feature alone unique in itself, her strong nose, her lush mouth, those long eyelashes, that stubborn jaw. Oh how he’d missed that stubborn jaw.
With his hearts beating like a freight train, he leaned down and kissed her, oh so softly.
She jerked up, her arm striking out. He dodged, reared back, windmill
Sleeping (River/Doctor)He was so tired. Even Time Lords can't go on forever. And there was River, in his bed.Sleeping (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor plodded down the Tardis corridor. He was so tired.
He didn't usually get tired. Not like this. But even Time Lords can't go on forever. His eyes blinked and his feet dragged. He was too exhausted even to yawn.
He pushed open his bedroom door and stopped in the doorway. River was curled up in his bed, asleep.
He didn't know how she got in. Maybe she waited until he left and stowed away. Or maybe she'd found some way to materialize inside with her vortex manipulator, although that should have been impossible.
Right at the moment he didn't care. Every once in a while she'd just show up, asleep in his bed.
He pulled his bow tie loose with one heavy hand. He tossed his jacket off carelessly and unwound his arms from his braces. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose and kicked off his shoes. He didn't bother with the rest.
He stumbled toward the bed, his eyesight waverin
never trust a writerIt's best to stay far away from us writers. We're double-agents, and can't be trusted.never trust a writer5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You see, we just have this terrible privilege of not being able to tell the difference between reality and fiction. We sometimes forget that the emotions in our head might not run with as much passion as they really do, and then we get disappointed in things that make normal people happy. We're afraid to get close to people, and yet all we do is yearn for human contact. That's why we write about it, and that's why we lose touch on what it really feels like to be in a relationship.
Writers often find that we don't fully comprehend the world around us, and, considering ourselves realists, we wonder what is wrong with the world that makes it so different from what's in our heads. That's why we write about it, and that's why when we finally venture out of our homes, we can't help but curl up our shoulders protectively and stick our hands low in our pockets, blinking at the intensely bright lack of color.
ViolaA large violin? I think not, foolViola5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor am I a tiny cello
And the ones who pluck me, play my strings
Are decidedly more mellow
Inferior? I scoff at this
Because my numbers are few?
Because of lame jokes infinite?
Well, I'll teach you a thing or two
The firsts have egos that fill a sea
The seconds aren't much better
They always rush, embellish and prance
Can't follow their music to the letter
The cellos drone deep and much too loud
"Play soft?" they ask, "Too hard!"
The bassi we like and love because
We're both held sans regard
So now that the idiots (save the doubles, of course)
Have been given their fair due
I'll tell you what's really up with me
Take the bull out from what's true
It's true that I'm the middle child
Oft unnoticed in the room
But I'm a vital link, a bridge
Twixt ego and the boom
I share the cellos strings
But an octave higher still
And though I lack a violin's crest
The lower tones I fill
I don't screech like the violin
Nor growl in the cello's way
My tone is rich
Pet Names - (Doctor/River)River's always called him Sweetie, but what else has she called him?Pet Names - (Doctor/River)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"When are we for you?" River asked, leaning one hip against the console. The Tardis was quiet, the low background hum the only noise. It was only the two of them on board.
"It's after Lake Silencio for me," the Doctor replied.
"Really?" she perked up. "Thank god!" She grabbed his lapel and started pulling him toward the upper staircase. "Come along, snookums!"
He tripped over his feet, appalled. "Snookums! I am not a snookums!"
"All right then, Babycakes," she said over her shoulder, dragging him along with obvious intent.
"I am not a babycakes!"
"NO!" he fumed and came to a determined standstill. She jerked to a stop and turned to look at him.
"Punkin?" she suggested.
He pulled at his hair. "Good grief, River! Can't you think of any better names than that?"
She tilted her head and studied him, a long slow perusal that made his toes tingle, she stepped toward him with a slow, predator
One of a Kind. . . Chap 1One of a Kind. . . Chap 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fairfarren, Alice. . ."
As Alice slowly disappeared before his very eyes, Tarrant could only stare ahead as the reality began to hit him that she was indeed gone, and was most likely. . .never coming back. He could feel his heart aching to the point where it was starting to overwhelm him. So much so, that his shoulders slowly drooped, and his head began to lower. This was something that. . .during this jubilant time of victory, Queen Marina hated to see. And apparently, she wasn't the only one. For a deep sigh escaped the Cheshire Cat.
“Oh, my. It seems that our Hatter has become rather morose. Don’t you think?”
“Why wouldn’t he? At the time of our great gain. . .he just lost his best friend.” Mirana replied, as Ches sadly nodded.
Overhearing the whispers, it was as though Tarrant began t
Maurice Eugene DobsonMaurice Eugene Dobson, aged forty-three years and two months, is standing in the middle of a car of the A train, on his way home. He is not holding onto the pole: he stands off to its side, swaying slightly with the movements of the train, but balanced perfectly and seemingly without effort. He never holds onto the poles. He takes pride in being able to maintain his balance like this, although he knows its not the sort of quality anyone else will appreciate, and its not really something you can put on your résumé. Too bad.Maurice Eugene Dobson8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He is a small man, though he prefers the word diminutive. He is five feet, four and a half inches tall in his stocking feet, and slightly built: his clothes hang on him as though bewildered to have such an insufficient resident. He wears pressed khaki pants, their sharp creases billowing several inches forward of his knees; he wears a stiff checkered shirt and a navy blue suit jacket with a single gold button that is somehow incongruous.
Grunt - (River/Doctor) One thing married couples have to do, is learn to interpret each other's grunts...Grunt - (River/Doctor)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
River pulled down the sheet that covered her face and looked up, bleary-eyed, at the Doctor looming over her in her cell.
"Unh!" She glared at him.
"Did you just grunt at me?" he asked.
She grunted again.
The Doctor grinned like a little boy who'd just discovered his dog could talk. He bounced on his toes and beamed at her. She gave him a dirty look and scrubbed her hands over her weary face and into her tangled hair.
Resigned, she flung aside her prison issue blanket and swung her feet to the floor. She sat up, then hunched over with her face in her hands.
"What do you want, Sweetie?" she asked, trying not to sound as disgusted as she felt.
"Grunt again," he said.
She stared up at him over her fingers. "What?"
He bounced, beaming. "Grunt again. It's cute!"
River groaned into her hands and rocked slightly, finally rocking herself to her feet.
She poked a sharp-tipped fingernail in his chest. "I a
Madness In Underland Chapter 5Alice runs through the battlefield. She swipes the Vorpal Sword at the Jabberwocky, but he dodges. He swings his claws at her, and knocks the shield out of her hand. With one deep breath, he blows his fire at her. Alice is dead.Madness In Underland Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"NO!!" Tarrant screams, waking up in a sweat. "It was just a nightmare. A horrible, terrible, hideous nightmare." he whispers. He gets up and paces the room. He puts on his coat, and goes out to the balcony. He sits down on a bench, and tries to get some rest there, hoping the fresh air would help him sleep.
With one large swing of the sword, Alice kills the Jabberwocky. She runs up to Tarrant and hugs him. "I did it, Hatter." she smiles. "You certainly did, Alice." he replies. Alice stares into his electric green eyes. For a mom
Rose Comes First"We're out of tea bags." Rose appeared in the doorway of the library.Rose Comes First4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Doctor didn't look up from his book. He was sitting crossed legged on the sofa and clutching a mug of tea. "Yeah, sorry I used the last one, thought I'd get some more in the morning. I thought you'd gone to bed early anyway." He looked up at her, brow furrowing with concern; she was visibly drained and looked utterly miserable. She was wearing pink pyjamas and a hoodie that was far too big for her, one of his that he knew was her favourite so always wore to concerts when she refused to let him wear his suit. She'd wrapped her vibrant pink duvet around herself in a way which only made him more aware that she was really suffering. "Are you alright?" He stood up, book falling on the floor as he pulled her into a hug, the warm mug of tea held carefully out the way. She shook her head and leant into him, pressing her cheek against his chest as he rubbed her back. "How long have you been feeling like this?" He suddenly
Teach me to readTeach me to read3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Teach.... to read Julie?" It had been annoying me for as long as I could remember, those words everywhere. They were taunting me in sick laughter. Lingering just out off my grasp.
"You want me to teach you to read?", She was startled from her sleep.
"Yes", If I was to be technical I would have told her I could already read. Just words at a time. I wanted to be able to read sentences, paragraphs all those fictional story that each held their own land, time and meaning and the non-fictional of which spoke of everything since the dawn of humanity.
"And where is this coming from all of a sudden?" She rubbed sleep out of her eye and let out a tired yawn.
I could have told her it was a goal, a desire to make my self feel more human more alive or I could have told her I wished to get these wild thoughts out of my brain and on to paper. But I shrugged.
"No don't give me that, you have your reasons and I can see it on your face."
"My face?" My face was a blank slate no emotion just gray
DW: Their GoodbyeIt had been such a long journey to get here. Standing on the beach, the strong wind whipping around her, she felt a mixture of nervousness, sadness, excitement and love for the man, whose voice had led her there. It had been some tough weeks for her. Every night she would lie awake for hours, missing the gently hum of the TARDIS, always hoping he would somehow come back for her, straining her ears to catch the sound of the wonderful blue box materialising. But it never came.DW: Their Goodbye3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She now stood in the middle of the beach, waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Suddenly the Doctor faded out of the thin air. He looked just the same. Same messy hair, same sideburns, same brown eyes she could lose herself in.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"Inside the TARDIS." His voice sounded distant, as though he was not completely there. "There's one little gap in the Universe left, just about to close. I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."
Rose wondered if he had any idea how romantic that sounded. "Yo
Wir schaffen die Zeit abDu rennst.Wir schaffen die Zeit ab4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Melancholie statt Lebenslust.
Kommt die Erkenntnis unbewusst:
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Sonst schaffen wir uns ab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Denn sie ist eh knapp.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Sonst geht es bergab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Wer braucht diesen Maßstab.
Wir schaffen die Zeit ab.
Wir schaufeln ein Zeitgrab.
Den Turbo einfach abschalten.
den Reichtum den du entdeckst -
wenn der Adler sich in die Lüfte hebt
und jede Faser deines Seins belebt.
Doch es bleibt nur ein kurzer Traum,
es ist vorbei als es begonnen kaum.
Denn es gibt immer einen Idioten,
der denkt, das gehört verboten."
Er hat sich heimlich runtergebückt
und den verdammten Turboknopf gedrückt!
Hätten wirs nur geschafft bei Zeiten.
Gegen die Zeit einzuschreiten.
Und uns von ihr befreit.
Wir hätten jetzt viel mehr.
The Princess Slave Chapter 3Inuyasha was surprised for a moment, and that was a moment to long. The dagger bit in to Inuyasha's arm and he staggered back. Kikyo pulled the dagger out of him but almost at once went after him again.The Princess Slave Chapter 310 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But this time Inuyasha was ready and he caught Kikyo's wrist and twisted, smiling as he heard the cracking sound. It was Kikyo's turn to stagger back. She fell down, holding on to her wrist.
Inuyasha walked up to her and said, "WHAT THE HELL! Did you really think that that would work."
Kikyo seemed to have enough energy to point to Inuyasha's hurt arm with her good one and said, "Well, it did at first, you bloody hanyou."
Inuyasha wasn't even shocked that she had said that. He had always suspected that Kikyo didn't really like him…that she was only using him, and all of that just proved it.
Inuyasha smirked down at her and said, "Listed up, Kikyo…I'm just going to give you a warning for now. Believe me, you're getting off easy compared to what I could do to you."
And with all of that sa