The DoctorHe stood aloneThe Doctor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching the world
This was who he was;
Of all he saw
And all he didn't see
And all he could never see again
Lingering on the whithering
Because of Doctor WhoBecause of Doctor Who I am Afraid of...Because of Doctor Who2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
2. Christmas trees
5. school food
7. blue tooth devices
10. children's drawings
11. MRI machines
13. gas masks
14. brass bands
17. the dark
21. coma patients
23. ...and hospitals again
25. weight loss pills
30. old ladies
Morals from Doctor WhoMorals from Doctor Who4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!
Bad laws were made to be broken.
Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable.
Which is the quickest way out of here?
[Each of the women at the fountain point in different directions.]
Yes. Well. That's democracy for you.
I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.
Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.
Oh, you know nothing of any human, and that will be your downfall
There's no such thing as an ordinary human.
End of the universe and here you are. Indomitable,
RunRun3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Run. Keep running.
Don't look back.
Forget me, forget your home, forget your family.
Because we no longer matter.
What matters now is running.
Past the red fields, the orange sky, the burning suns.
Just keep running.
Don't you dare look back.
Don't even glance.
One look, and you'll regret it.
Past the stars, the worlds, the universe itself.
Years, centuries, millenniums.
You can't stop running.
You won't ever look back. Just in case.
But you feel it, don't you?
The pain, the guilt, the grief.
Because you kept running.
What are you running to?
Lost son of Gallifrey, where are you going?
Do you still feel the fire? The flames licking your back?
Do you still hear the screams? The noise ringing in your ears?
Do you still taste the blood? The blood of your enemies, family, friends?
Don't turn. Don't look back.
Run Run... I SAID RUN!
Bad WolfBad Wolf7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Cronous watched the Doctor, he was surprised Theta had stood Donna Noble for so long. But then that was a good thing. The Doctor, and he knew this from experience, could be an idiot sometimes, especially when it came to something like crossing the Void. Donna was simply a distraction and soon she'd be gone and then it would begin.
The Doctor looked at the screen, numbers and calculations flew past unnoticed as he thought about Donna. He hadn't really wanted her to to travel with him but he had offered anyways, force of habit really. But now he was alone again and right now alone was dangerous, alone meant thoughts that had been thrust aside would come creeping back and start whispering in his head, alone meant dealing with dealing with things that he didn't want to deal with, alone meant thinking of Rose.
He shook his head and buried those thoughts. He quickly began the dematerialization sequence and
DomesticIt all started out slowly, maybe even innocently; the Doctor couldn't tell at first. Soon, however, Rose's changes became more and more evident and her motives more and more suspicious. One week, curtains appeared on the windows. The next, knickknacks began to line the kitchen shelves. Everything was getting a bit too domestic for the Doctor...so he decided to start fighting back.Domestic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was the day after the Tardis disembarked from Felspoon that Rose spotted a little hula girl doll on the console. The war had begun. Soon after, tablecloths and fresh daisies somehow found themselves on every table the Tardis had. A week later, the Doctor came across some fuzzy dice. Rose countered by bringing Jackie on board for a tour.
The breaking point came when the Doctor bought Billy the Big Mouth Bass - a plastic fish that once mounted on the wall started singing whenever someone would walk by. When Rose first passed it, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Enough was enough. She found the doctor u
WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series3Because the Doctor's not from Mars.WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Because his pockets are dimensionally transcendental.
Because he tells the TARDIS to 'behave!'
Because Donna is a pencil inside a mug.
Because 'with this ring, I thee bio-damp'.
Because Donna's yell can be heard over the noise of the TARDIS engines.
Because everyone knows you should never let a man with a sonic screwdriver near the sound system.
Because Martha doesn't believe he's an alien.
Because Martha FINALLY believes he's an alien.
Because 'Judoon platoon on the moon.'
Because he looks daft with one shoe.
Because she called him 'Doctor'.
Because Rose's name keeps him fighting.
Because he does a lot of reading.
Because 'to be or not to be' is a bit pretentious.
Because Martha won't step on any butterflies.
Because The Doctor cried when he read book 7.
Because the Doctor's upset Queen Elizabeth.
Because 'the play's the thing'.
Because David Tennant appears in Hamlet 2 years later. Fantastic!
Because the Doctor is
Two BoysTwo boys ran.Two Boys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Their laughter an everlasting melody ,
That filled the air with such content.
Their pure heads bobbed along the long strands of grass.
Their young eyes wandered up to the sky,
As they reach up to the twin suns.
They were so beautiful.
Their beauty would make you cry,
Their innocence would make you smile,
So, so beautiful.
We were so jealous.
Their laughter would make your skin tingle with envy,
Their happiness would make you burn with hatred.
So, so jealous.
They shared a bond like no other.
We wanted to cut it,
Rip it up.
So we did.
We drove one insane.
We forced the other to runaway.
We burned the grass,
We tore up that innocence,
We bruised and scratched those beautiful faces.
We turned children into monsters.
Turned the friends into enemies.
How dare they mock us!
We are Gods,
Only us can be beautiful.
Look at our beauty.
Cry for us.
Smile for us.
Five words that pieced together that brok
MeThere was a time, before all the trouble and the adventures, where he walked alone through the war zones without a shield nor weapon. At this time, he found a box. It was blue like the dark and the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. It was locked away, caged and put on display like an animal in a museum. With a quick glance around he slipped through its doors and had his breath stolen as he marvelled at the scene that awaited him. He was like a toddler with a new toy, never able to take his hands off of it.Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Beautiful, beautiful," was all he said. Was all he ever said. He fell in love; stronger and swifter than ever before. "Beautiful, beautiful."
And so he stole it. And when it stole him back and they ran away and the beautiful blue box told him that he was the one for it, all he could say was:
Years went by. Decades. Centuries. Millenniums. All in the blink of an eye. He returned home to fight like his father and with his friends. He lost everything. A lover.
The Doctor learns to dance 1-7"Dancing?!" The Master splutters, " Since when have YOU danced?" The Doctor looked at the Master blankly while he thought back to the time with Jack and Rose. He remembered the encounter with impeccable detail. There he was, in his 9th regeneration, with a horrible attitude and that damn ugly leather jacket. Then there was Rose, with her shoulder length blonde hair, denim jeans, and the union jack shirt. Union Jack Jack Captain Jack. There he stood in his dark Greatcoat, his navy blue shirt and bracers. At that thought the Doctor began fumbling with his own bracers. Then he thought about what happened after they had cured everyone and the "empty child" was safely back with his mother. Saving Jack from his "borrowed" ship, then his own remembrance at how to dance, spinning Rose a few times around the console before dropping her off and taking Handsome Jack for a few turns, even though that was a name he'd never use to Jack's face, or anyone for that matter. The Master watchedThe Doctor learns to dance 1-74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Doctor learns to dance 3-7~*~*~*~*~*~*The Doctor learns to dance 3-73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Doctor watched as the Master strolled back into the room, an hour or so later, with an accomplished expression plastered onto his face. "And what have you been entertaining yourself with?" inquired the Doctor. The Master was silent for a moment, thinking back to the poking around he did in the Doctor's room after finding his suit, "Ohh nothing much, just thought I'd take a constitutional around the Tardis." He replied nonchalantly making his way to sit on the couch. "Shouldn't you be changing into something less " The Master stopped and waved a hand at the Doctor's outfit, "less tweed?" He asked thoroughly enjoying the look of horror the Doctor now had. "But, what's wrong with tweed? You've never complained before." The Master shrugged "if you get to wear a hoody, this is a bloody super model compared to that." The Doctor said with a note of disappointment. "It just so happens that I won't be wearing this, I have something else entirely in mind" The Doctor kn
Goodbye PondsHis feet were heavy as he walked the lonely corridors. The lights were dimmer, and the sounds were more muffled then usual. He placed a hand along the walls, feeling that the Tardis is also in mourning. His fingers clung to the wall, a motion that has, unfortunately, become a habit over the years.Goodbye Ponds1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
He walked into their room, head bowed. He didn't want to look around their sanctuary. Their other home. But he had to. It was... the way it was. He inhaled deeply, and then slowly raised his head. He looked around the room, rather more neat then it had been in the past, but, they hadn't been travelling with him as much as they had before.
He walked over to their bed and sat down, his soul feeling as heavy as his hearts did. He wiped the tears from his eyes, and slowly looked around. He only needed to find two things, and then the Tardis would get to gathering up their room.
He walked over to the dresser, knick-knacks, random jewelry, some photos... Then he saw it. The necklace she wore on the
Doctor Who Plot GeneratorDoctor Who Plot Generator5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
RANDOM DOCTOR WHO PLOT GENERATOR!
Based on the 'Time Lord: Journies' PDF's Random Journey Generator
HOW TO USE THIS PLOT GENERATOR:
This plot generator just gives you the basic details of a plot, not a full-fledged synopsis. Keep in mind, you won't always need to roll for all categories, except when a previous roll requires you to.
A six-sided die (D6)
At least a little imagination
ROLL A THEME:
First roll to find the theme group, then roll again to find the theme within the group. On a result of 5, reroll to get a Theme and double the number of locations over which the story takes place. On a 6, reroll for a Theme twice, applying both results, with the first as the Main Theme and the second as a Subplot.
1 Alien Menace
2 Altering History
3 Ancient Powers
5 A World Gone Mad
6 Beauty & the Beast
2 Environmental Action
3 Historical Adventure
6 Mad Scientists
1 Mistaken Identity
2 Parallel Universe
The GardenThe Garden2 years ago in Settings More Like This
"So, what do you think of the most beautiful garden in the universe?"
Rose gazed around in aw, her mouth dropped open in amazement.
"Fantastic," She finally said. The Doctor smiled at the word. They had landed the TARDIS sometime ago, some odd distance away and she hadn't been able to find words since she had stepped out.
Rose stepped up to a white lily and sniffed it's pleasant sent, "I don't think I've ever seen such stunning flowers before. We always just bought ours from a local shop. They'd only last a couple days."
"Oh, these flowers will last weeks," the Doctor grinned as he looked up at a purple and pink morning glory, "Sometimes even months. Doesn't even matter what type it is or if its in season and they're always in bloom."
"Could I pick one?" She asked gently tracing her figure over its petals.
"Only if they'll let you. You have to have a good reason," He replied, "the flowers have a consciousness you know."
"We don't have problems with our flo
Doctor Who OC -Fateful Beginnings Chapter 1Doctor Who OC -Fateful Beginnings Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another Ordinary Morning?
After what she thinks is an early wakeup call from the sunlight streaming in though her window, Summer decides to bury her head in her pillow, just as she starts to drift there is a loud bang on her door followed by "SUMMER get up now or you will be late for school!" courtesy of her mum. After a short protest she gets up and wanders over to her wardrobe She picks out her outfit for the day which includes a leather jacket, t shirt, jeans and a pair of trainers as for no apparent reason she has a feeling she will be glad of them by the end of the day.
On her walk to school she realizes that this is the last day before the school breaks up for a 2 week break. Over which time she will celebrate her birthday. It make her wonder why she was named Summer when she was born in the spring. Whilst being so deep in thought she failed to notice the man in front of her SMACK! "OUCH!" she complained as she picks herself up off the floor, "I'm s
Magnificent Doctor.Small police box.Magnificent Doctor.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Entire blue and made of wood.
Creaking door, flaking paint.
Bigger on the inside, smaller, from the outside.
Time and space, plaited together.
Dark sky, burning sun and icy star.
The Lord of Time, a solitary traveler.
He is not afraid of dawn, is living in darkness.
Eternal and immortal.
His name, written in the stars, burnt in time.
Red sneakers, crumpled suit, a brown coat.
In his eyes, knowledge, wisdom, truth, power.
His two hearts are beating the rhythm of time.
A past,present and future are uniting in his hands.
My Doctor, a powerful lord, a man of wisdom.
Why are you lonely?
You're like God, mighty, wise, immortal.
One, alone, unique in huge universe.
You are travelling among the stars, Doctor.
Take me with you. Together, we will not be lonely.
Love me, Doctor.
You will not be alone... Until I die.
AloneRunning and runningAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From death, from pain
Travelling all of Time
To escape the inevitable
Flying in that phone box
Picking up friends
And loosing them
Risking his life
To save others
But in the end
When all is gone
He still remains
The last of his kind
Obsessed With Doctor Who WhenObsessed with Doctor Who when....Obsessed With Doctor Who When2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
1. You think fezzes are cool.
2. you think bowties are cool and you want to wear them everyday of your life.
3. Wearing a vegetable seems fashionable.
4. You have a button that says David Tennant makes me squee. (sad to say I own one.)
5. Angel statues scare the holy fuck out of you.
6. You have an action figure of your favorite Doctor and carry him around everywhere. (I have two. one of Tom Baker, and Matt Smith wearing a fez and holding a mop.)
7. Apples are rubbish.
8. Pears are gross and disgusting.
9. You see a british phonebooth and you automatically claim it as your own TARDIS and invite your best friend to go see the dinosaurs with you in said TARDIS.(I have one!)
10. You like Bananas.
11. You get into major arguments with Back To The Future fans.
12. You want your own personal Dalek.
13. You have written Bad Wolf on atleast one thing that is blue.
14. You know atleast three songs by Billie Piper.
15. You watch Law and Order UK now that Freema
Save HimSave Him3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Even though he was alive, Amelia had nightmares for weeks.
She would wake up in the middle of the night, dry sobs wracking her body that woke Rory before she even became concious and he would hold her, silently stroking her hair because he knew why she was crying and that there was nothing he could say that would make it better.
Because he was 909, and had only 194 years left to live.
And no matter how Amy tried to think about it, one thousand, one hundered and three years was not a fraction of enough time for such a man as the Doctor to be alive.
Amy would watch him fall, and no matter how she struggled she couldn't get to him in time. Sometimes it would be River and Rory holding her back, just like before, but sometimes it would be a faceless force, a nameless evil keeping her from her raggedy Doctor as he breathed his last. Sometimes she would watch him go towards the astronaut, like a gentle lamb to the slaughter and she would shout for him to stop, to come back, but the words woul
BlinkBlink4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time and space contained
In a wibbly-wobbly world
Full of timey-whimey particles
No straight lines or curls
Just mashed together clumply
Like macaroni in a jar
Blink and you'll be sorry
Don't wander off too far
For weeping angels lie in wait
Crying like they're sad
But close your eyes one second
And you'll wish you never had
Take the warning, Sally Sparrow
Don't sit, ponder, or think
The weeping angels are coming
They're behind you.
The DoctorThe DoctorThe Doctor4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Doctor is an everlasting song,
Forever stuck on repeat,
Full of infinite modulations,
But the same constant melody,
Sometimes almost disappearing,
Sometimes deafening with its raw power,
But, always, always there,
Far away or close to home,
It can be heard,
In the buildings and the trees,
The wind and the street,
Your best friend's face,
Your mother's hair,
Because he helped make it so,
He defends and protects,
Destroys and conquers,
And his faultless song continues,
Refrain after refrain,
Verse by verse,
Growing longer and longer,
Older and older,
Incalculable, except for time itself,
Still no one knows his name,
No one can sing along,
To the great musical echo of the universe
And sometimes he gets stuck in your head and you can't get him out,
You try to make him go away, but he won't budge,
There's nothing for it, you don't know the words,
Or if they're even English,
But you have to try to sing and dance along,
But he's called
InspirationAh, assignments!Inspiration4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"One poem about the thing that inspires you most."
Inspires me to what?
Or get up every morning at 5 a.m. and drag myself to this joint?
What, is this prompt supposed to inspire me to write about what inspires me?
Isn't that a little counter-productive?
I can't think of what to write.
A great many people write about the rain.
Or the moon.
Or love once lost.
I am rather fond of the moon.
And the rain is nice.
Love is something silly.
But none of these things evoke any passion in me.
They don't bring any fire.
So I think on it a while.
As I ponder, fellow classmates are scribbling furiously,
Perfecting their poetic pieces.
"What inspires you the most?"
Do flowers inspire me?
The ability of true love to flourish in a world so distraught by bad music?
The wind in the trees?
How trees manage to rid themselves of leaves once a year
Then grow them back five months later creating a magical regeneration?
Angeline Miller's un
Lotus -- ApologueLotus -- Apologue7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
蓮 -- LOTUS
once upon a time, there lived a pair of lovelaced sisters bound by string and tied by laughter to a travelling circus that roamed the wonderwise world.
A MARVEL, came the crier. AN ANOMOLY IN ITSELF.
the stage was always the set and the mood was always dark. they wore a new story every night because it was the nothing they always knew.
FOURTEEN YEARS AGO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, OUR RINGLEADER RECEIVED A STRANGE LETTER, the crier always brayed, hoarse like radishes grated in the sand.
IT WAS FROM THE QUEEN OF KIRIBATI, A PROUD ISLAND NATION. SHE HAD BEEN BLESSED AND CURSED WITH TWO PRINCE-PRINCESSES-- A COMMON AFFLICTION IN THEIR COUNTRY, BUT ALAS, THESE DARLING TWINS COULD NOT LEGALLY MARRY, AND SO THE ROYAL LINE WOULD BE BROKEN. WITH TEARS IN HER EYES, THE QUEEN REQUESTED THAT OUR KIND RINGLEADER CARE FOR THE GIRLS UNTIL THE MATTER OF ASCENDANCY WAS RESOLVED.
QUITE CONTRARY TO THEIR ROYAL BLOOD, THESE TWIN PRINCESSES ARE OF PLAYFUL DEMEANORS, FULL OF LIVELINESS AND CH