Look behind you.
"Are you okay?"
Shapes, forms, bodies, animals, plants
Shifting, moving, being
"What's wrong with you?"
You're a freak.
No one wants you.
You should kill yourself, let them out of their misery
Or we'll do the job for you.
"They're fake, you know."
No they're not.
"What are you doing?"
This is how I live.
Save me, from the monsters, the shadows
"What can I do?"
You can stop.
You can stop being ignorant
DW: Skinny JeansDW: Skinny Jeans4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
The Master stood on one of the upper levels of the new TARDIS control room, watching the Doctor work.
New TARDIS, New Regeneration. Why, he showed up once again and everything immediately descended into chaos for his old frenemy. That was rather gratifying.
He had to admit that he liked the new coppery TARDIS. It reminded him of the womblike glow it had emitted when he'd cannibalised it into the paradox machine. So much raw power. right at his fingertips. He ran his fingers over the smooth arch of the control room ribs up here, and an ache of jealousy settled in his stomach. He missed his TARDIS. he wanted one. So badly. SO badly.
But....well, the Doctor had saved him from becoming a lost soul in the void of time. he had promised to help him deal with his drums, and for once the Master was willing to compromise and see where it left him.
After all, he had nowhere else to go. Maybe he'd like it here for a while.
He looked casually over as the Doctor bent over the controls, the black fab
Circus MonsterDon't look at the creatureCircus Monster3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Holding on the cage
Kneeling and slouched on the
Centre of the stage
The crowd hollers loudly
Jumping all about
The presenter stands up
And begins to shout
"Ladies and gentlemen
Roll up! Roll up! Here
The most horrendous thing
You will ever hear!
"A grossly deformed face
Seen by no other
Today I present you
The circus monster!"
Lights shone on the platform
It shied from the glare
But it was much too late
It caught the crowd's stare
Red, bulging, bloodshot eyes,
Scanned the giant room
Filled with glistening tears
An impending doom
Where can she be? It thought
Was hoping in vain
That the girl would be here
To help bear the pain
How the audience sneered
To view such a sight
They laughed and it suffered
But it did not fight
"You are beautiful," it
Remembered her say
"In your heart," she had cried
"You will find a way."
"Sing!" the presenter said
Or rather ordered
"Sing!" he then repeated
Its thoughts disordered
It opened its mouth wide
Secrets don't lastI turned away blushing.Secrets don't last1 year ago in Scraps More Like This
Germany and Italy...Apologetic KissLudwig looked over to his left, then to his right, and finally closed his eyes, sighing. I shouldn't have yelled at Italy like I did, he thought. But it isn't like I haven't told him time and time again not to-Germany and Italy...Apologetic Kiss3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Italy's high voice screamed in both of Ludwig's ears as he was suddenly slammed into from behind by the young man.
" Vhat the hell-?!" Ludwig said angrily, gruffly trying to get to his knees. " Vhat are you doing, you dumm-"
" I- I- I- I-," Italy stuttered, his face so red yet so stupidly blank, " I just-a wanted to apologise-a, G-Germany!"
Ludwig was kneeling now, hunched over and catching his breath again. Italy shoved a paper in his chest, and Ludwig held the crumpled page in one hand and read it to himself. Yet another poorly- yet somehow heartfelt- apologetic letter. It most certainly wasn't the first he'd received that week.
Ludwig's eyes slid up from the letter and looked at Italy, who was also kneeling across from hi
Master... A pitbull poemMaster I was bred to serve youMaster... A pitbull poem4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
For I am bold & strong.
Don't worry about your last dog...
Out with the old and in with the new...
Master I am young and ready to be taught!
I am a good listener
But training like this...
It is punishment I would have never thought...
Master please don't hurt me
I'm doing my best!
I don't understand this training....
Why can't I ever rest?
Running running running I go
Over and over on that machine
Until finally my legs and my paws scream "No!"
Master I love you but this is not right
You work me until I pass out
You beat me into the ground...
I am lucky to not have seen ''the light''.
I will work for you master
But please slow down!
I am growing bigger & stronger...
But I'm not ready to drown.
Master I am lost...
I am confused...
And above all I do not like to be tossed
Master what's he for?
Is he training like me...
Or am I out the door?
I do everything you ask of me
I am now an adult...
You say it's time for me to work
But something isn't ri
A Forbidden Romance--Part VIIA Forbidden Romance--Part VIIA Forbidden Romance--Part VII3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A Happy Ending
When Daisy finished telling Peach her story, neither of the two princesses knew what to say. Daisy looked down at her hands and blushed. Peach just stared at her sister with wide eyes. Finally she spoke.
"Daisy! Why didn't you tell me?" Daisy hesitated.
"I thought you'd make fun of me." a tear fell from her eye.
"Oh Daisy! I would never do that!" Peach scrambled over the bed and embraced her sister.
"Will you help me, then?" Daisy asked shyly.
"Of course!" Peach smiled and hugged her sister tightly.
"Anything for my little sister!"
Luigi strode into the gardens confidently. He had put on his best green suit, with a top hat and gloves to match. He looked up at the tower. She would be here. He knew she would come.
"Can I look NOW, Peach?"
Daisy opened her eyes and gasped. She hardly recognized herself. She was dressed in the most beautiful gown she could ever imagine. She was wearing the softest silk gl
When wounds heal themselves (Cute erisol)caligulasAquarium [CA] joined chat.When wounds heal themselves (Cute erisol)2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
twinArmageddons [TA] joined chat.
CA: hey sol
TA: what2 up 2eadweller?
CA: aww you didnt insult me for once sol
CA: im doin alright i suppose
TA: neiither diid you 2o..
CA: wwell im just used to you bein mean
TA: that'2 good two hear
TA: eh we've both been pretty a22holii2h before 2o..
CA: i knoww ivve been a major douchebag piece of shit in the past
CA: but as of late im tryin to be less of a, wwell, major douchebag piece of shit
TA: hey iit'2 not ju2t you ii had a pretty heavy hand iin iit my2elf
CA: i guess thats true but evveryone lovves you anywway
CA: i could be the nicest person evver and still nobody wwould like me.
TA: ii don't dii2liike you when your liike thii2
TA: ii bet even ff would liike you now
CA: dont.. uh.. cod...
CA: can you please try not to mention her..
TA: yeah 2orry
TA: ii don't really want two talk about iit eiither
CA: i can actually remain somewwhat happy wwhen i dont think about her.
CA: i wwant to make a
SolsticeOnce upon a time, when you were still sunlighthouses and shimmering existence wherever you were needed most, you found him. He was November, shaky on his first last legs, and you saw through the mind-twistings he feigned to the mind-twistings that were really there, knotted up in his dreams.Solstice3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
You were still birdsong then, and thunderstorms, and your bodyheat melted the frost claws that held him tight. You held onto him as his November deepened. When he howled, you howled with him, and the wind played with your voices and pressed the softness of your lungs against your cageribsand then against each other's.
November became solstice, and you felt him shiver through that long night and didn't mind the coldbitten nails that grazed your skin. He slept when the moon drowned below the treeline, but the iceflakes began to drift in like small animals seeking the pulsing riverheat of your blood, and chilling you. He lay there, vulnerable as his world turned slowly towards the light, and you
DivorceDivorce-Divorce6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I've never hated a word
In those two syllables there is
hidden sadness and fury.
It's like a trick question, with no real answer.
It reminds me of what was,
and what never will be.
of my old happier life.
of how oblivious I was.
You always leave a bad taste in my mouth
from the sickening nostalgia of it all.
You tore me up like paper.