Runaway LoveLittle Lisa was only 9 years old, but to her it seemed her life was already a living hell. Her father left them when she was a baby, so for her entire life shes lived alone with her mother. When her father left, her mother took a big hit. She cut off all connections and bonds to their family and started doing drugs. Sure her mother was some-what happy when she was high, but after it wore off, she was always severely depressed. Eventually, her mother started to date again. It was always late at night when shed bring in a new man. They would hang out in the kitchen and joke around, but after a while they ended up in a fight. Lisa would always run to her room and hide in her closet, but that never helped the situation. Her mother would sometimes get knocked out one way or another and the man would take advantage. He would come up and try to have his way with her. She would cower back into the corner as far as she could, trying to avoid what she knew would come. Sometimes sheRunaway Love8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Seam StressThe heaviness settled in like an anvil being dropped on me. I couldn't take the fog inside my head and the lead inside my heart anymore, so I sat in the sun to melt it away. I wanted to sear every surface until I couldn't feel anymore. What kind of life is that, though, to never feel anything? To never feel the joy of love; the way it wraps its arms around your heart and traces its fingertips along your veins? Even the pain of looking back at love's scattered memories is necessary to understand how beautiful the feeling once was; how lucky you were to have ever felt its lips press to your cheek, its breath collect in the hollow of your neck. Love does these things, sews itself right up inside you to close the holes within.Seam Stress2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You'll be told you'll find another. You'll be told to go, go and find happiness because all this is, is hurt, and nothing else. The problem is, your heart doesn't understand the complexities of bad timing or fear or settling for another because of low self-worth. You
TailoringThe Doctor and River go clothes shopping...Tailoring1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“What about this, Sweetie?”
The Doctor turned to see River holding up a coat. They were in an elegant futuristic men’s clothing salon. One thing both of them enjoyed was shopping for clothes.
He bounded over and plucked the coat out of her hands, it was a frock coat, simple, with long elegant lines. He started nodding, his hair flopping in his face.
It was jet black. He swirled it on. It swallowed him, draping down to his knees and past his fingertips. “It’s a bit big.” He took it off and held it up before him. “But it’s tweed, that’s the important thing.”
“I know, Sweetie,” River tugged on the cuff of his regular tweed jacket. “And your old one is getting a bit frayed.” He hadn’t even taken it off to try on the new coat.
“You know what would make this perfect?” He turned to her with bright eyes. “Purple!”
Her eyebrows shot
I Declare(River and the Doctor visit a world with unusual customs...)I Declare2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Do you have anything to declare, Madame?" the spaceport attendant asked.
"Only my husband," River said. The Doctor glared at her, looking sullen. A red lead was attached to a collar around his neck. It was playing hell with his bow tie.
The female attendant looked up. She looked the Doctor over dubiously. "Primary husband, or secondary?"
River bit down on a smile at the growling noise the Doctor made. The spaceport buzzed and squeaked and roared with talking voices and animals being shipped and the general hubbub of an agricultural port.
"Oh, Primary I should think." She could feel the Doctor glaring daggers into the back of her head. It's amazing her hair didn't catch fire.
The attendant studied the psychic paper and looked up, giving the Doctor a dismissive once over. "He's going to fry if you keep him covered up like that."
River, in a lightweight summer dress, arms gleaming with sweat from the broken down air cond
Straight DopeHow would the Doctor react if River straightened her hair?Straight Dope1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The woman walked right into the Tardis without a knock or a “by your leave.”
The Doctor turned from the console a bit surprised, he was traveling alone currently, no Companions to come traipsing in. And while he was parked in London, he wasn’t accustomed to the Tardis opening for just anybody.
She was turned away from him, carefully shutting the door, she wore a black velvet jacket, black satin slacks and red high heels, as she turned toward him he saw she was wearing a virulently pink satin top, with a lacy insert hinting at an impressive decolletage.
She had long, straight, dark blond hair.
As he saw her face his heart stopped, jerking as if he’d been shot.
He raced down the console dais and skidded to a stop right in front of her, gaping.
Her wild halo of fabulous curls had been straightened into a long, sleek, normal, fall of hair.
He made a hurt noise. His hands ca
SwitcherooThe Doctor has become a woman, River has become a man, it's very distracting...Switcheroo1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He was a large muscular man, nearly six feet tall, with strong features, a sensual mouth, and a cloud of impossible golden curls. A diadem around his brow made him look like the Jewish version of a greek god, like Zeus.
She was a tall, slender woman, with thick wavy brown hair, a long slender nose, high cheekbones and brilliant deepset eyes. She had a look of fiery intelligence, like Athena.
She clapped her hands, “Right, now, we’ve got to find the Worm. It’s bound to have left a trail of destruction.” She rubbed a hand over her face. She looked around at the Palladian garden they were standing in, lots of Ionic columns, Doric cornices, rigidly patterned plants and walkways, and puffy white clouds in a cerulean blue sky.
“I know what we’re looking for, Sweetie,” said the curly haired man in a booming, husky voice. The Doctor turned to look at him in surprise.
Runaway HeartsI laid there in bed, trying to block out the noises that were trying to force me out of my blissful sleep. A bell was ringing and wouldn't stop. There were people screaming and men shouting. And another sound, a roaring type sound. I groaned, sitting up in my bed and rubbed my eyes. Things were far too bright. It was as if morning had come several hours too soon.Runaway Hearts4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Teva! Why in Kylam's good name are you still in bed?" my brother, Trevant, yelled. I just stared at him for a moment before turning my eyes back to my bedroom window. The light wasn't sunlight, it was fire. The entire village must have been engulfed in flames for it to be so bright. I had finally started to get out of bed when something crashed outside, sending the normally solid wall flying inwards in pieces.
I screamed feeling the heat of burning debris on my back and curled up as best I could under the rumble. They'd always complained that I slept too heavy and was too slow in the morning, but I never thought that I'd wake
artists.he is an artist, from the wayartists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bruises bloom across pale thighs
and thin bloodstreams leak from
but the sun's rising and
everything's just about
to go up in flames
so hold on baby and don't let go.
Child's Play Lyrics Child Play - GothikaChild's Play Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Where are my eyes?
Where is my lip?
Why is here a place
Cold darkness here?
There are children playing
In a mirror
Laughter does not leave
Red blood gets my body wet
Who is killing me?
Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place
Cold darkness here?
Want to feel warmth of
Skin gets wet having got wet
And who is killing me?
Do You Know The Barber Man?Do you know the barber man?Do You Know The Barber Man?7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That lives down on Fleet Street?
The one that does shave all the men,
Then turns them into meat?
He has a shop down below,
The product of his deeds,
Here he serves out all his pies,
The whole town he feeds!
Unbeknownst and unawares,
Of what they do ingest,
For a shave, they go upstairs,
And he puts them to rest.
A fresh surprise the barber has,
For the next in line,
A wife, no, a widow now,
On her husband she soon will dine.
Its so good! they all shout,
Youre secret you must give!
But divulgatory he is not,
For the barber wants to live.
His mouth is shut, his lips are sealed,
As so he wont be caught,
That sly and cunning butcher man,
That demon barber Sweeney Todd!
Daddy IssuesRory asks River why she saved the Doctor in Berlin.Daddy Issues1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“Why did you save the Doctor?” Rory asked.
River stopped with a cracker halfway to her mouth. “What?”
They were sitting on a bench, feeding crackers to the ducks, waiting for Amy and the Doctor to return. They’d just saved 1912 Paris from being overrun by giant ants in the sewers.
Amy and the Doctor were taking the homeless man who had helped them, back to his family.
“What do you mean?” River asked, brow wrinkled as she tossed the cracker to the ducks quacking at their feet.
“In Berlin,” Rory said, turning toward her on the bench. “You’d spent all that time as Mels, just waiting for him to turn up so you could kill him, then you saved him. Why?”
River stared at him as if he should know this. She pressed her lips together, as if she was thinking, her blue-green eyes steady on his.
Finally she came to a decision. “You nodded.”
Your SongSomehow you outshine the starsYour Song4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that used to light the sky
(You took their place)
Because to me you still shine
from under eye lids when they close
your voice still whispers music
into sleep-spun melodies
even through broken dreams
I don't know how to dance...
but I like this song.
Survive the Zombies In the wake of nearly every disaster, fatalities occur long after the event has taken its initial toll. Whether it is a volcano, hurricane, flood, plague or zombie attack, the general pandemonium following a crisis often causes more problems for the survivors than the original disaster. The most threatening aspect of surviving the impending apocalypse is hordes of mindless drones, either in the form of zombies, angry mobs, or the Federal Emergency Management Agency.Survive the Zombies4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Paranoia and suspicion of others are the best ways to avoid being swept up in this deadly pandemonium. As long as quality of life is not part of the issue, staying shut away in an overly sterilized air lock with a lifetime supply of canned food will probably keep you breathing the longest. Of course, if retaining humanity is factored into the equation, your options are far less clear. As social creatures, humans have evolved to react as a group, similar to pods of fish and herds of
You Make Me...You make me forget how to breathe.You Make Me...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That makes you a mallicious breath stealing demon.
The source of my asthma.
Is oxygen really that important?
When I stand next to you my palms sweat.
No, my whole body begins to leak.
Like I've been standing in a bon fire for hours.
The heat does not hurt because it came from you.
I had fallen ill a year ago.
All because I could not keep away from you.
How the flu laid silently on your lips.
Only to pounce onto mine from a fatal kiss.
My mind becomes a muddled mess when peer into your eyes.
All my wisdom on theology and philisophy is clouded over.
The words I utter that usually make professors weak, abondon me.
The gems of hours of study stolen from a single glance.
You make me go crazy.
You make my mind forget.
My body sick.
My soul ache.
Desipte the buckled knees,
I want to be with you.
Letters from a Beloved RatDedicated to All the Daddies and Mamas of Furchildren EverywhereLetters from a Beloved Rat9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thank you for my mama. You know the one, my human mama. She picked me! How awesome is that. She could have easily chosen another, but she heard me calling to her. She cuddled me on the way home instead of leaving me in the scary box, and gave me the most special foods that night to make me feel welcome. She has given me a new family and they are still unsure about me, but i think everything will be ok because my mama is there to keep me safe.
Thank you for my mama. She constantly tells me I am beautiful and perfect even though I know I have flaws. Only you, Lord, are perfect, but mama says that my flaws are what make me perfect. I don't understand that but I guess that is what true love is about.
Thank you for my mama. She makes me take my medicines when I am sick and I hate that, but I do not hate my mama. After all, she is trying to make me get better. Afterwards she gives me something yummy to t
the mechanisms of ocean waves When I was little, I loved sea foam.the mechanisms of ocean waves 6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Running forward to the shore, I would watch waves lap up at my feet and then recede, dragging the sand under my feet back with it. Sea foam would fringe the edges of these silky waves like lace, and I would grab at it, cup it in my hands. I would remember the origins of Aphrodite (born of sea foam, risen out of the ocean as the most beautiful goddess of all), and I would cradle it, hold it close to me, as if I could absorb it into my being.
By the time I brought the sea foam up to my face, it had leaked through my fingers, dissolved. Leaning down, I would cup it again and again and again, gathering fragile lace like a fine seamstress, hoping to maybe sew it onto the edges of myself, make myself some semblance of Aphrodite. Yet it crumbled, leaked through my fingers, leaving only the trace of salt behind.
Eventually I gave up on the sea foam. One cannot keep chasing after things that just barely exist.
My father told me never to plunge int
Meltdown- Rin Kagamine LyricsMeltdown- Rin Kagamine Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
EETERU masui no tsumetasa
Nemurenai gozen niji
Subete ga kyuusoku ni kawaru
OIRU kire no RAITAA
Yaketsuku you na inonaka
Subete ga sou uso nara
Hontou ni yokatta noni ne
Kimi no kubi wo shimeru yume wo mita
Hikari no afureru hirusagari
Kimi no hosoi nodo ga haneru no wo
Nakidashisouna me de miteita
Tobikonde mitai to omou
Massao na hikari tsutsumarete kirei
Tobikonde mitara soshitara
Subete ga yurusareru youna kigashite
BERANDA no mukougawa
Kaidan wo nobotte yuku oto
Kageridashita sora ga
Mado GARASU ni heya ni ochiru
Kakusan suru yuugure
Nakiharashita youna hi no aka
Tokeru you ni sukoshi zutsu
Sukoshi zutsu shinde yuku sekai
Kimi no kubi wo shimeru yume wo mita
Harukaze ni yureru KAATEN
Kawaite kireta kuchibiru kara
Koboreru kotoba wa awa no you
Tobikonde mitai to omou
Masshiro ni kiok
Eridan x Troll!Reader: WaterEridan x Troll!Reader: Water2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The feeling of waves tickling your toes and sand running through your fingers was heaven, even when the blazing green sun was up and warming your skin. You make sure not to look up at the sun for fear of being blinded while you stand up and wade into the shallows near your hive. You had always loved swimming, even though sadly you weren't a sea dweller. Your (f/c) bikini sparkled in the sunlight as you waded deeper, loving the feel of the waves against your skin. You wrap your arms around your stomach loosely as the sun sets, the temperature dropping. You dive underneath the waves and look around, diving deeper as you see odd fish and corals shining in the dim light. Bubbles rise from your mouth as you shoot for the surface, needing air to fill your lungs once again.
You break the surface and gasp, laughing happily while slicking your hair back, being careful of your horns. Swimming back near the shore you sit down, still half submerged in the water. You grin and look up at the n
zimne kochankiPogoda w Londynie przypominała pudding świąteczny niebo było bure, a ciemne, deszczowe chmury najwyraźniej dojrzewały od kilku miesięcy do ulewy dekady. Pogoda była jednak idealnym odzwierciedleniem nastroju Johna Watsona i jedną z najgorszych, na jaką mogła go wygnać jego żona. Kłótnia narastała od kilku tygodni i wybuchła wraz z pierwszym gromem. Suma summarum, John Watson tułał się po londyńskich uliczkach z pośpiesznie spakowaną walizką i pustką w głowie. Planował przespać się w jakiejkolwiek taniej spelunce, by z samego rana na kolanach powrócić na łono rodziny. Układał właśnie w głowie ckliwą mowę, jaką wygłosi pod oknem swojej własnej sypialni, gdy, zamyślony, wpadł na kogoś.zimne kochanki4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Najmocniej pana przepraszam! - przesadnie korzył się wyrwany z z
KickassKickass2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
What would happen if River Song and Ace ever met?
Both women were dressed top to toe in black leather. Black boots, black sunglasses, and both armed. But while one was a sleek, longlimbed young woman with straight brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, the other was a more mature woman, all curves, with a golden cloud of impossible curls.
They met, back to back, with a thump. They both kept firing, half sheltered by a tumbledown brick wall. The younger woman gave the newcomer a quick accessing glance then turned and shot a Dalek dead in the eyestalk. The top of its dome blew off.
The older woman laid out a spray of economical weapon’s fire that took out three advancing Daleks in a row, shearing off two eye stalks and blowing one gun arm completely away.
“Exterminate!” the shout echoed off the ancient skyscrapers.
"Incoming!" yelled the younger woman.
Multiple Dalek fire concentrated on their sheltering wall.
Heart Sold.i stand before youHeart Sold.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my heart drugged
as all i want
is your ever
There Are No ShoesThere are no shoes.There Are No Shoes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are no high heels, kitten heels, trainers or foot gloves,
There are no slippers at the front door or welly boots at the back.
And then, one day
There was a pair of shoes,
High-heeled and scarlet, with a perfect ivory bow on the toe,
Sat on the kitchen table.
They were beautiful, yes
But there are no shoes in this house.
They would have to go.
It seemed rude,
Putting those perfect shoes in the bin at the bottom of the garden.
Beauty amongst the trash.
There are no shoes.
They were back on the kitchen table next morning.
Glaring at me.
Into the trash they went again
Until it became a routine of ours.
We would watch each other across the kitchen table,
I would throw them ungracefully into the trash,
And they would make their way back home again.
They tormented me,
Those inexplicable shoes.
Until one day
I took a hammer to those perfect shoes.
I hit and I hammered and I punched and