Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 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.
The Love of a LionHe met her far from the golden plains of Africa, in the grey concrete jungle of the city. It was here, between the hulking towers of steel that he chanced upon the fair lady of his dreams. In a coffee shop with the logo of a green mermaid with two tails, he had found his lioness. She was no princess, nor a heiress to a vast amount of gold, she was simply an independent modern woman through and through. The way she had held herself and roared when the skinny latte she had ordered was served with full-cream milk, had somehow managed to capture his gaze. Maybe it was the fire in her eyes or the way her brown hair ruffled as she bared her teeth but he knew then and there that he needed to have her. This woman in front of him, who was unlike any other, was his lioness.The Love of a Lion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With a deep draw of breath, he pushed out his chest and walked gallantly to the aid of this fine damsel in distress. Handling the situation with panache, he worked it into his favor, receiving both a free skinny latte f
"The Monster without a Name"There once was a Monster who had not a name"The Monster without a Name"4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who wanted one badly, so he could be tame
He split into two, one went East, one went west
To look, in the world, for a name that was best.
The one that went West journeyed far over land
To look for a name in the world wide and grand
He wandered and walked until finally he found
A little old hut on a small grassy mound.
The old hut was Otto's, blacksmith of the town
A large working man with his hands big and brown
The Monster approached him, and bid him "Good day!
Have you sir a name I can have, if I may?"
"My name is Otto, by that name I live,"
The blacksmith replied. "My name I cannot give!"
"If you give me your name, and if I can be you
I'll make you the strongest and best blacksmith, too!"
Big Otto considered this offer quite well.
"If you make me strong, to you my name I'll sell!"
The Monster jumped into his stomach, became
Big Otto the Smith. Finally he had a name!
And Otto the Smith was admired by all
For he was the strongest, the bigge
A Doctor Lost, A Doctor Found 01"Do you have the stopover device?" asked Rose, flicking a few buttons on the dashboard in front of her like she'd been shown. "Levels rising. Two minutes." The rest of the Torchwood crew had gone on emergency assignment, leaving Rose and the hybrid Doctor to take over on rift shift, as they called it. Occasionally, since a few years before, the activity in the time rift where Cardiff stood would fluctuate, swallowing creatures from around the universe and spitting them out erratically within a mile's radius. The device the Doctor held, when slid correctly into the rift-powered generator, would concentrate the expelled energy to one spot and simulate a universal wall against the coming extraterrestrials.A Doctor Lost, A Doctor Found 013 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Yes, yes, I've got it. Don't be daft," the Doctor muttered, slipping the leaden vest over his brown suit.
"You've got to do this quickly, Doctor," Rose told him. "Quickly and properly, you understand? The energy will push against the wall, but you can't let it falter. Or else we
fidelic whore-- this is appropriationfidelic whore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my sweet synchronicity ,
i have downed your appetite
in a bed of front teeth
(it is morning in perth
midnight in dublin, and the noon
sun has been lost behind
a dress of mothy curtains)
do i taste of
of love making;
do i reek of
the weeds that
the posture of your spine?
you bend over
my lap a curve of guilt
and weep all night.
i collect each knob of your body
like a gift. press it to my mouth.
False HopeIf we feel strong when we protectFalse Hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is it we are protecting?
Is it ourselves?
Is it our beliefs?
Is it our aspirations?
It is none of these.
For we are tiny, pitiful creatures once again deceived by hope.
The Questioning Of RealityIf it’s beautyThe Questioning Of Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If it’s strength
If it’s love
If it’s power
If it’s happiness
If it’s destruction
But if it’s the ability to detect whether we live in reality or not
You’ll never win
Why I was forced to insult my teacherOur teacher comes to class straight from his law office, always in a tie and sometimes in a suit. Always very professional. Today I'm surprised to see him in a pale yellow coat and bright green tie. It assaults the eyes and makes me think of white jackets and celery.Why I was forced to insult my teacher3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Nice tie, sir," I say, feeling that it needs commenting on.
He laughs and wonders aloud whether or not I'm being sarcastic.
"So!" Coat off, tie loosened, shirts sleeves rolled, laptop out. "What did everyone do on their day off yesterday? Around the room. Anna, start!"
I grin, remembering. "I received a shipment three weeks early."
"A shipment of what?"
I smile, shake my head, put my arm on the table and lean on my hand. "Well, it's kind of embarrassing."
"Ooooooh." A collective noise like I've been called to the principal's office.
"No, okay, it was a a set of Doctor Who action figures."
I'd said embarrassing because we're college students; because I'd been running around the house with Eleven in my hand like he was
The Parable of the WriterThree writers came to the table, manuscripts in hand.The Parable of the Writer8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be edited. There is plenty to be cut and moved around."
Another writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be published. Between these pages you'll find everything people want to see."
The last writer said,
"I wrote this to be read."
Then he set his manuscript down, and walked away.
ReflectionReflection3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Cold and smooth is the surface of glass, but it doesn't have a color,
and it hides the naked truth unlike any other
You look so innocent in the truth, but it really, truly lies,
'cause the person that it sees right now hardly can comply
The glowing glass holds the image of you, but all it sees is perfection
you like to tease it is the truth, though it is only your reflection
Blinded by beauty is the mirror to only notice features
it compares you to the rest, lower than a creature
It can't see your pain inside, or understand your feelings
and you know as you move on, it's yourself you're slowly killing
You let out a cry of pain as you pound your fist into the glass
then you fall onto your knees and hope those feelings swiftly pass
The mirror breaks and is left confused as it lays there shattered
blood drips down your raw hand and your breathing slowly patterns
Now the mirror is just like you, it's broken and a mess
and you can't repair the pieces which are lower than they are les
Still Not GingerThe Doctor had decided to dye his hair.Still Not Ginger3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Well, Rose, not going to be regenerating anymore,” he said cheerfully. “And that means I’ve got to find another way to be ginger.”
“Yes, but…you’re going to dye it?” she asked. “I like your hair, you know. It’s nice. Suits you.”
“But I want to be ginger!” he’d whined, and it wasn’t like it was her hair to control, so she’d sighed and agreed to buy him some hair dye. Once he had the packet, he’d frowned, proclaimed it to be “not ginger enough,” and proceeded to add some sort of strange alien chemical to it. Rose had her doubts about changing the composition of the stuff, but he’d insisted that it would be fine, and he was the Doctor, after all.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked him, arms folded as he shooed her out of the bathroom.
Control your emotions 10Discl: Naruto is property of Masashi KishimotoControl your emotions 104 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A seven-year-old boy with scars on his cheeks stood in the middle of the street, glaring head-on right back at the people who gave him dirty looks. Some people spit in his direction, though the saliva would never be able to cross such a distance anyway. Women guided their children away from him, whispering things like, "Don't look at him" and "If I ever catch you with that boy you'll be grounded for a month".
The child raised his fists, shouting, "I'm not a demon! Anyone who calls me a demon again GOES DOWN!"
It was the first time he had said such a thing, and he could tell it surprised the people surrounding him. But he was fed up with being silent and letting them do as they pleased. He'd tried that, and they only treated him worse.
"What a smug child."
"He should be locked up."
"THAT'S IT!" the blonde boy screamed,
PoemsStanding on my roofPoems11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wind blowing in my hair
All alone was I
Because of my who I'd come to be
Others only stared
Then it began to storm
Salt tears on fresh rain
I fell off my roof
Sure soon to feel more pain
You caught me without harm
Even in the awful beating
Of the thundering rain
All the tourment of lonelyness
And all my inside pain
Your my sheild and Coat of Arms
My flag to show the way
After all the awful things I said
Even closer now you stay
And my heart this Rooftop Storm tonight
Forever will be warmed
By a fire I'll never let fade
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
.: SILENCE :..: SILENCE :.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never liked silence.
It's why I leave on my TV while I sleep
Or blast music when I'm home alone.
I'll even sing a tune myself,
If it keeps out the silence.
So why is it so surprising, then,
That I've grown so overly frustrated
With your unresponsive critical hit?
I can only do so much myself---
I've reached out,
Cranked up the volume,
I've shouted and sang and cried and screamed!
But you let the silence creep in,
And now there's just... n o t h i n g.
I hate your silence.
FalloutFallout6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
'Way over in the distance, I see movement'
A blurred sky, hazy, ghastly in its attire. A desolate barren landscape, vast and tragic. The site of something terrible. Flashes of panicked people. We are running, roughly and hastily through the horrid landscape, and way over in the distance, i see movement. It comes closer, rapidly it draws in. A raging beast a mutant. Shrieks of terror, gun fire Blank.
I lift my head of my desk. The same dream again. Or is it a memory. I can't tell. Nor can I comprehend it. Every time it occurs I must try desperately to hold onto it. I want to examine it further, know where it is, when? However, the thought expands no further.
I clasp the arms of my swivel chair and spin - I am easily distracted. I must study for my history test, yet lack the motivation - My body sways in and out from my changing center of gravity, i thrust my feet off the ground. I go faster. I drag my feet in and the spinning increases. The cold steel walls beco
The Surrealistic HappinessIf I were to hold out my handThe Surrealistic Happiness2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And number the little drops of happiness that landed upon it
I would be in a dream
I amI am quiet and passionateI am4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder how other people's minds work
I hear the wind's song
I see the moonlight's shadows
I want to change and move the world
I am quiet and passionate
I pretend to be a different person
I feel magic in the mundane
I touch the faerie's dust falling through my fingers
I worry about how capable I am
I cry over lost chances and failed tries
I am quiet and passionate
I understand that things are different than they appear
I say you should not change yourself for anyone else's sake
I dream about the day that I will reach my goal
I try so hard to keep going
I hope someday that the world and I will understand each other
I am quiet and passionate.
The OutsidersOne by one my friends fall downThe Outsiders10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each more helpless than the one before
Johnny had never left town
Not until he evened the score,
And the soc went tumbling to the ground.
The fire was the end of him and those kids are the ones he fell for.
Dally was not the same,
He had been in and out of jail.
He had already lost his aim,
But then he turned away from the trail.
Lifted the magazine and down he came,
One bullet after the next, into him like nails.
I don't know when times got rough,
Somehow things just didn't go my way.
Their blue Mustang was looking really tuff,
But, Bob had no idea Johnny would take his life away.
The day the church went down was enough,
Because it was then I realized—"nothing gold can stay".