Reach Out to MeWaves clashing,Reach Out to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Wishing we could too.
Would you want to,
Wish on the current with me?
Watch as the sun melts away,
Into a whimsical trance of yesterday.
Let's take a picture as a memory,
Of what will never truly be.
Goodbyes are forever,
But see you later's have potential.
Reminiscent times of you and your smile,
Sweet whispers of lovely betrayal.
The world unmasked its beauty,
When you stepped into my life.
Ripped away and torn from reality,
I've fallen into a world that doesn't exist.
A world where "I love you",
Clashes with "Kiss me."
Fragments of the undead roses say,
This reincarnation building a new me,
Could very well be the death of we.
Single-handedly making me fall,
In a blazing fire of burnt crimson.
Tell me something, sweety,
Will you catch me if I fall?
Faith has eradicated from the ground,
Smiling gladly with great persistence.
Regrets are a part of my unlucky shame,
But without them, I wouldn't know your name.
I wouldn't know that sweet voice,
Or the w
She Doesn't Love Me Anymore P4She Doesn't Love Me Anymore P4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eve walked over to Shane and smacked her across the face before stomping out of the bathroom in a jealous heart broken rage, she held her face for a moment and stared down at Andi.
"What are you still doing in here?! GET OUT!"
Andi just stared for a moment then got up off the tile floor and walked out of the bathroom, heading to her cheerleading practice.
Shane knew she had no one to blame but herself, so she felt bad for yelling at Andi, she got up and stared in the mirror at the red hand mark stinging on her pale face, she slouched down and cradled her head in her hands, wishing she hadn't done what she did.
While Shane was recovering from her mistake, Eve was pounding on lockers as she walked angrily down the hallway.
She was headed to her next class.
"I can't believe she did that.."
Whispers were heard all throughout the hallways and it wasn't long before what had happened reached everyone's ears.
Shane walked out of the bathroom, holding her face, as if the pain were extremely ago
What Is Love? Part 5What Is Love? Part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shane fell off the couch in a panic and fumbled to get up, she stumbled towards the door tripping on the mat that said welcome.
Scared for her mothers life, Shane sprinted down the sidewalks hoping she'd reach the hospital in time, she didn't have a car, or money for a cab.
Eve awoke from a nightmare, she stared at the clock.
"How long have I been asleep?", Eve stared at the clock, "2:00AM?!"
Eve sat up staring at the pitch blackness surrounding her and reached for the lamp, she couldn't see and crashed onto the floor with a loud bang.
"Ow, god dammit.", Eve cursed under her breath until she stood to her feet and turned on the hidden lamp.
Eve grabbed the keys to the car, sneaking out the door, and walked into the cold brisk night.
Shane was still sprinting as fast as she could but she wasn't paying attention and slammed right into Andi.
She toppled over Andi and they crashed to the cold pavement.
"Jeez, Shane. Watch where you're going, you're gonna kill someone!", Andi pushed Shane of
She Loves Me, She Loves Me NotShe Loves Me, She Loves Me Not in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is not your typical love story when boy meets girl.
"She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not.."
Shane ripped the last pedal from the rose as it fell to the grassy patch of earth under her feet.
No one understood Shane, she was different from the rest of her peers, not to mention her sexuality singled her out.
Shane was simple, yet complicated when it came to falling in love with the wrong person.
She was in love with Eve, a hardly bisexual young woman who was two years older.
"She never acts her age though..", Shane thought.
Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows came on and Shane sighed with frustration.
Shane headed back inside from lunch outside and shut off her iPod.
Suddenly, the door shifted open and Shane saw her walking in.
Her long, bouncy brown hair that matched her eyes, her cute smile, her sweet voice.
Nothing compared to Shanes's short black hair and blue eyes.
She walked over and sat down at her desk as Shane eyed her down by accident.
Love Is Lust Part 6Love Is Lust Part 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The heart monitor was flat-lining and raging out of control, just like Shane's heart screamed with absolute terror.
She got off of her knees and ran to the bed, grabbing her mothers hand screaming at her.
"Why did you do this?! You can't die on me now!"
Two nurses rushed in and grabbed Shane by her arms and tried to haul her out of the room, attempting to calm her down.
Shane just kept fighting both of them off with all of her might, hollering at the top of her lungs.
Eve heard her and ran into the room to see her struggling with two nurses.
"Shane, calm down!", Eve grabbed her and pulled her in, "It's going to be okay."
She kept fighting even after Eve grabbed her and the nurses let go, giving up.
Eve started hauling her backwards, until they were finally out of the room.
"Let me go!", Shane's voice was breaking.
Eve held her tight, not letting go, and closed the door to the room.
She calmed Shane down instantly once the door had been shut and sat her down with herself and Andi.
Part 7 So It Goes.Part 7 So It Goes. in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eve sat down next to Andi and told her the bad news, trying to keep her gaze on Andi, she never realised how beautiful Andi was, how her hair just fell with no guilt, how her face was like an angels.
She understood why Shane kissed her, but still didn't agree with it.
Andi was trying to hold back tears as she realised this is going to be extremely painful for Shane.
Eve gave Andi a reassuring hug and held her for a moment then let go and walked over to Shane's bed.
"Shane?", Eve swallowed her thoughts and put the past aside
She needed Eve right now and Eve wasn't about to make things worse, she could wait.
Shane looked up at her, tears drenching her face.
"You can see the grimace already.", Eve thought.
Eve wiped the tears away and held her hand tightly, promising to never let go.
Andi walked out of the room without a word and burst into tears.
The nurse walked by.
"Hun, are you okay?", the nurse sweetly asked.
"Of course," Andi thought, "right as a damn nurse walks by.."
"Yeah, I'm fi
Black And WhiteMy life a complete lie. I'm only living if I'm breathing, right? Or thinking? But I'm always thinking. Constantly, it's never ending. If my thoughts were worth money, I'd be rich. I'd also have a million dollars if I got a dollar for each time something went wrong. With me around. I'm just staring at lines on paper, trying to convince myself that there is a deeper meaning. Like some poetic bullshit you hear from some famous poet. As if my life were something an author would write about and an illustrator would draw out each critical scene as if it were important. With blood dripping on an arm or a broken girl staring at the water dripping down her naked body, not feeling a thing. Perhaps add some pathetic consonant for a more visual effect of emotional doubt in her eyes.Black And White in Short Stories More Like This
There are no vowels, no consonants, no letters, numbers, or even colours. Other than black and white. There is no grey. Only the insecure black and white creeping along the edges of my sanity, turning the red balloons
A Day Unlike Any OtherIt was a normal day like any other; the sun was beating down on the bed performing its duties to wake me up before I melted in the oven of hell.Though, it wasn't any normal day. Today, it felt like nothing was real. I woke up once again only to be thinking I was dreaming. The sky had a lovely shade of blue and the clouds were nowhere in sight. My curtains seemed to be tangled slightly, as if they had been tampered with while I was sleeping. I shook the covers off my body and sat up, staring at them. I noticed something I never saw before. The curtain had a bloody finger print on it. I examined closer to make sure it was blood. It had dried. What could this mean? I then lifted my shirt to check for possible cuts or slices of any sort. There was not a single scratch other than the already obvious imperfections. I stepped out of bed and saw my room as it had always been. Grabbing my clothes from the shelf in my closet, I picked up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly got dressed. MyA Day Unlike Any Other in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just A DreamObsession is a feeling, in which we all sometimes become familiar with.Just A Dream in Short Stories More Like This
The bitter sweet taste of love makes us go insane and do some pretty crazy things.
She wrapped her arms around me while I was deep in thought about love.
"Ha," I thought for a moment, "I'm in love."
Winter is such a lovely season with all of the glittering snow and beauty it brings.
Snow covers the yellow lines in the road, while the street lights flicker madly as if they were jealous.
We are just a photographic memory though, hun.
If they knew we were so madly in love, they'd throw torches and pitchforks.
They'd scream profanity that echoed through Mount Everest.
Your arms are so warm, just like your pure beating heart.
You're so beautiful with your dark hair, your entrancing eyes, your cute smile.
Every day you make me fall harder than I can handle, yet you catch me and hold me up.
You've enlightened me easily every time you come around here.
I wish you would stay, whisper to me that you love me, keep me close an
Memories Of A Poisoned MindKeep pouring,Memories Of A Poisoned Mind in Free Verse More Like This
The alcohol down the sink,
Watch it go down,
Swallows our memories,
Like a person with Alzheimer's,
Wishing for another chance,
To embrace said memories.
Cursed, scarred, tattered,
The girl behind the literature,
Shameful enough to murder,
Her beating heart,
Lying inside her ribcage.
No protection anymore,
Daddy has gone far away,
To where the devil can,
Have his masquerade,
As he rains upon my parade.
Swallow the pills,
Take them down with pride,
Engorge your ego,
Like the villain you are.
Snort the powder,
Make sure it buzzes,
The dead pieces inside,
Of your cracked and shattered,
Completely munted soul.
Momma has flown the coop,
Gone off the deep end,
Far beyond never land,
Into the insanity,
Of a subconscious failure.
Alone now, yes very alone,
Sitting in a room of white walls,
With a bad paint job of blue,
Splattered on the walls,
To cover up the blood and bullet holes,
You just have to look past the paint.
Knives and daggers,
Surrounding a hall
Lullaby for an illusionWhen you'll feel the cold wings of the airLullaby for an illusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Caressing joyful dew drops on your hair
When your sight will get free...
In a wild blink of rebelious glee...
In a time of unreal memories, you'll see
The places our surreal worlds have built
Mountains, lakes, trees
Shrouded by a sweet, divine wind.
When your heart will see
Birds flying freely, endlessly...
Decomposed on the sunset's hue
Then you'll know and feel
My hands longing to reach you
The whispers of a pure truth:
"My blue torment of my youth...
In silence, memories and distance,
Upon the ceiling of my imagination,
I'll always be with you"
A riddle, a meaningI. Curiosity...A riddle, a meaning in Free Verse More Like This
A wondering riddle.
It's what I've tasted from your lips.
There's the mystical answer,
The torture of your spell.
A long way to guess.
I hide a black dusted
Your heart was beating
Out of your chest.
Were its heavy signs -
Louder than on a day
Of Saint Valentine's.
All the waiting,
Your endless disease,
Was finally ending
Slowly and blurry.
The flaming blush upon your cheeks
Was feeling its own, well deserved glory.
You rushed and opened it,
With the permission from my eyes.
I was looking into your eyes-
Deep into your blue storms -
And all I could read
Was only illness consuming you inside
Along with a childish bliss.
After all of this,
You kept pulling the trigger
Rubbing your trembling fingers
And turned the tide.
The clock killed its seconds...
I could hear their scream.
I've never seen such apathy
Drawn upon your face
Beneath a smile felt in disgrace
Of any other ancient
GravityGravity...Gravity in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has the guilt of my everything.
Forbiding the only chance to be free,
Chaining my thoughts to the ground.
Hysterical laughs on charcoal leaves flew around,
Disturbing serene sadness of my glee.
Awaken worlds in life's little things
Forsake my tender thoughts to the nothingness wings
Dissipating with velocity
In the hands of Gravity.
It's like an occult religion
With all its strange ways.
Devouring miscellanous levitating dreams
Spreading mercyless comtempt to the ones on the banned brims -
The ones who dared to fly on the Sun's sacred rays.
Gravity is the vermillion
Murderer of all the ancient hopes fallen in the
Slush of eternity.
I've been cursed forever
With the evanescent living...
I've been forbided to say "never";
But my words flew anxiously away...through the ceiling
Hallucinating about Joy C.2Chapter 2. "The silence, the terror "Hallucinating about Joy C.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence drew everything around, tenderly in a charcoal bliss, hard to wake up from it.
The night was almost over. Fragile sun rays were bathing the coarse sky and the clouds seemed to feel tired in their own cloak.
Mysteriously, the eyes seemed to have appeared in the tormenting decor, like spies of the night. Their intense color whisper their own story...a story about how they were born in a dreamy space, where reality looked different, with a new shape, with a palette of colors which can speak music notes around their irises.
Like two eclipses painted with earth's dearest color, the eyes stared at night's spectacle every time it appeared
It's curious It's so curious how their inner sparkle remind of the same lights from the Milky Way.
Those eyes belonged to a little girl, who was laying near a small, old looking bed, rusty at sight. She was hugging a plush bear toy, really tight to her chest.
With her kn
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 6The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 6 in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor's mind was slow and thick and his body was cold. He sat slumped in one of the chairs, his head
resting against the high back and his breathing ragged, his teeth gritted against the pain. The only thing
he could hear was his breathing and the quiet, reassuring hum of the time rotor as his beautiful, brilliant
ship swam through the stars. He kept his mind open to the soul of the TARDIS, more than usual, not wanting
to go through this again alone. She pressed against his consciousness, sensing his distress; she warmed him
slightly, like a warm embrace wrapped around his hearts that were beating madly in his chest from fear and
agony. He didn't want to die alone.
He let out a small cry and pressed a hand to his abdomen as his wound gave a sharp pain. He had wrapped a
bandage around himself, not even taking off his suit jacket, but the gun shot had long since bled through,
leaving a wet, red stain down his trousers and on the arm of the chair. Not good at all.
The Inescapable Choice Prologue/Chapter 1The Inescapable Choice Prologue/Chapter 1 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Doctor Who Fan fiction
The Inescapable Choice
The Doctor was dozing, sitting on the raggedy, old chair next to the console of his beautiful TARDIS. A book he had been trying to enjoy rested on the chair at his hip, his hand resting on its still open spine. The gentle whooshing sound of the TARDIS as she did her automatic diagnostic exam of her engines was calming to him, as was her very presence was to him in these few quiet moments in his life: she was his constant companion, no matter how many others he lost due to his own faults. Her presence in his mind, the quiet but present company was always a comforting there-ness whenever he found himself alone.
He hadn't slept in days, a feat normal for him, but he was
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 3The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 3 in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor walked away from his mother, frustrated, but sure of his purpose. He could change the past to
bring about a better future, he had done it before. This War was not like an average fixed point in time, it
was timelocked but not yet, and this was a parallel universe. Dalek Caan had been able to change the death
of Davros just by a mere emergency temporal shift.
The Doctor's thought processes were interrupted when he nearly stepped head-long into someone else. The
other person took a few steps back as the Doctor stopped. The person was another Time Lord, and judging by
his lack of surprise at the preoccupied man who had nearly run him over, he must have been looking for the
Doctor himself. The other Gallifreyan was young in appearance, looking to be around fourteen or fifteen,
maybe even sixteen years of age if he were human, and by his eyes, his body's age was comparable for his
age to his own species. The boy suddenly stood at attention, inclining his head in a rigid
The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 4The Inescapable Choice: Chapter 4 in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor's eyes burned like fire as he stepped out of the TARDIS, Mellan's limp body cradled in his
arms. There was not enough meaning in the word 'rage' to describe the expression seen in the Doctor's face
and body; it was the wrath of a hurricane, the Oncoming Storm.
He stormed down the corridors, hardly even thinking about what directions to go; he knew exactly where he
was going. The floor quaked beneath him and dust and small specks of rubble rained from the ceiling in
places; the retribution for what Rassilon had ordered had begun, and it would cost thousands of lives on all
sides of the War. A waste of precious life. The Doctor continued steadily towards the Council Room without
even glancing up at the battle going above him. There were two guards at the pathway leading to the Council
Room and they looked surprised at the Doctor's approach. They blocked his way as he made to step onto the
walkway, their faces showing both confusion and wariness, glancing down at the
Inescapable Choice Chapter 2Inescapable Choice Chapter 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
After a few minutes of examining himself in the mirror in his closet in the TARDIS, the Doctor gave himself
a reassuring smile in the reflection. He hadn't realized in what sort of state his clothes were in until he
had walked into the TARDIS, where someone had left her in a room adjacent to his. His brown suit had been
ripped and singed in several places, and blood, hopefully just his own, darkened the fabric in spots.
The blue suit with red pinstripes hung exactly where he had found it the day he had before, the day before
he met Martha Jones. Ah well, no hurt finding it a little early. He found his red trainers but then came
across something else as well. The Time Lords on the front lines had received a set of Gallifreyan armour,
and as one of the main leaders raging the Time War, he had also received a set.
The guards of the Capitol had always worn armour under their robes, but this protection was different. The
chest piece was thin and smooth, but had a dark menace to it
We will miss you SJSWe will miss you Sarah Jane Smith.We will miss you SJS in Sci-Fi More Like This
Gone before your time,
I wish I could help you...
You stuck with me,
Even when I change my face...
I loved you like a good friend,
I still do even seven faces later...
You took Luke in and loved him as a son,
Even though you didn't have to...
K-9 loved you as a real dog would,
You were his mistress just as I was his master...
Omegle conversion with 11Stranger: heyyOmegle conversion with 11 in Fan Fiction More Like This
You: You really want to know my age?
You: and you will not disconnect me when I tell you it?
Stranger: no i wont
You: Okay, I look like I am in my mid-twenty but my real age is 907.
Stranger: can you be mature please?
You: I can be mature if I really have to I hate being grown up so boring, it is so more fun being silly.... oh look a bowtie!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Saviour of the world.Saviour of the world.Saviour of the world. in Fan Fiction More Like This
World on my shoulder,
I have to save it...
But to do that I have to give up something,
My own flesh and blood,
My own grandson...
If I don't do this so many children will die,
But is it fair that he has to die?
Why must it me that has to do this?
Why can't I save everyone I love?
I look into his eyes,
I smile and tell him that everything is going to be fine...
I hear my Alice scream behind the door,
I hear my own heart scream for me to stop...
I push the button,
I watch him scream...
Tears run down my cheeks as I watch him die,
Knowing that it is me that am killing him...
The children are safe now...
No not all of them,
One boy didn't make it...
One boy had to give up his life for the others,
My grandson didn't make it...
Curse or giftCurse or gift?Curse or gift in Fan Fiction More Like This
I smile a charming smile,
They all melt like butter in the sun...
I don't care if you are male, female or even an alien,
I will love you the same...
I meet the Doctor,
And everything changed...
I can't die,
My body can stay dead...
It feels like I am dragging over broken glass,
With a gasp I wake up...
How many times have I died?
I lost count long ago...
I have lost so many people,
I can't close my eyes for too long or I will see them all...
21st century is where it all changes,
And I will be ready...
The StairwellEverybody worried about Amy losing her baby. Sometimes people forget Rory lost his baby as well.The Stairwell in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How are you doing, Rory?" the Doctor asked. He'd found the young father sitting in a stairwell in a remote part of the Tardis.
Amy was busy fixing sandwiches for lunch. It had been three days since they'd left River with the Sisters of the Infinite Schism, and gradually things were getting back to normal.
Except things weren't normal.
Rory was hunched up on the stairs, sitting crossways, he was smoothing something over and over and over on his knee. He didn't look up. The Doctor sat down beside him. He saw what the boy was holding was the prayer leaf from River's cradle.
Rory looked up, his face was wet and red, his eyes puffy. He glared at the Doctor with very old eyes. "I'm never going to see her again."
"Oh, she'll come looking for us," the Doctor waved airily, knowing full well that's not what he meant.
"Not River," Rory said with that mile-deep calm. "My baby." A single tear tr
Sonic It!The sonic screwdriver can open anything. Almost.Sonic It! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She could hear the clack of huge claws, hear the scrape of massive chitinous plates against the corridor walls as the monster squeezed around the corner behind her. The Doctor sprinted ahead of her, the sonic screwdriver held out before him as they barrelled down the corridor to the door.
Donna looked back over her shoulder, dread gripped her insides as the lights behind popped, crushed by the giant size of the monster inexorably squeezing its way toward them. She slammed to an abrupt halt and bounced back, briefly squashing the Doctor between her and the unopened door.
He kept yanking at the door knob, jiggering at the keyhole with a paperclip.
"Hurry up!" she yelled. "Sonic it!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"It wasn't locked."
The PaintingWhy did the Doctor agree to pose for the painting at the beginning of The Impossible Astronaut, and how did he end up under the woman's skirts?The Painting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The Doctor sneezed.
"Please don't move, Doctor. I'm painting your leg," said the lady at the easel.
"Sorry, Anne." The Doctor straightened up and wiped his hand on the red drapery around his hips. He took a firmer grip on the trident and posed, hand on hip. "How's this?"
"Thank you." She dabbed away for a bit longer. "I must say, It's very kind of you to pose for me."
"Oh, no problem," he waved airily, then grabbed hastily for his falling drapery. "Besides, in the future, a good friend of mine will just love your painting," he grinned reminiscently.
Anne smiled at the besotted look on his face.
"A lady friend?" she asked, mixing more pink into her fleshtones.
"Well," he scratched his cheek, then dropped his hand when he saw her eyes flicker downward. "Certainly a female friend."
She nodded. She'd suspected as much when she'd painted the
Inner VoicesI try not to listenInner Voices in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but It's inside my mind
telling me to die
I close out my ears
but it reverberates around
without making a sound
I guess I'll just drown It
with loud parties and weed
but I know its still smoldering
just waiting for me
On the back burner
is a bad place to be
cause things always come back
and I know it wants me.
In a Dowdy World Comes...Sparkling Sunglasses and Pretty ParasolsIn a Dowdy World Comes... in Free Verse More Like This
we envisoned ourselves
as vintage princesses
Garbed in our couture tinsel town
of deconstructed lace and satin
hiding our Cinderalla souls
and secretely selling our
underneath brass street lamps
We paraded down the
Flirting with the plain
Smiling at our gawkers
at the world.
7teen forever.We were infalliable once7teen forever. in Free Verse More Like This
The sun never set on our
mini cellophane gods
ruling over barren fields
and salty sea water
We made love in the shining rays of the sun
and under the glowing moon
Nothing could stop us
as long as we were together
Jamming to our silver stereos
Dancing in the dusty roads
Crooning softly around the fire
We were selfish
and in love.
Of Gods and Slaves 2Chapter 2Of Gods and Slaves 2 in Drama More Like This
Ianto found himself again in a room, containing about 50 other human men and women aged between 20 and estimated 60 years. Surprised he eyed them, as they watched him curiously. Perplexed and frightened, he let himself slowly down in a corner on the floor, trying to make out what had happened to him and why he was here with all the other people.
The people were in a very miserable condition. Their clothes were torn and dirty; their faces spoke of sorrow and suffering. Fear came over Ianto, when he perceived the abrasions and bruises on their bodies. He closed his eyes and prayed to find out that this was nothing but a bad dream, or that he had actually died and nothing of this was really happening.
Suddenly he noticed someone pinching his forearm. Abruptly he opened his eyes and saw an old, haggard man sitting beside him, wit a broad grin of his broken teeth upon his face. His long gray hair hung in thin strands and framed his sunken cheeks.
"Welcome, newcomer", he whi
Of Gods and SlavesAuthor: MistofstarsOf Gods and Slaves in Drama More Like This
Category: Fantasy / Future civilization / Romance / Drama
Rating: M to be save
Pairing: Ianto / Jack obviously
Author's note: You may have to be a little bit patient until Ianto and Jack finally reunite... just saying...^^" This is based upon an idea I received due to the kindness of .net/~elliotdean resp. .com
Of Gods and Slaves
A naked man lay unconsciously and motionlessly upon an operating table, small floating lights circled around him and lit the passages which were being worked on. A woman, who was wearing a protective mask and a white lab coat, bent over the cold body and looked down at him gloomily. Next to her an older doctor stood, with short grey hair, wearing the same clothes as her, preparing an injection. He observed the syringe intently, examined if the liquid contained any air bubbles.
"It's a shame", the young medic at his side sighed, as she stroked the forehead of the young man compassionately. The older frowned and eyed his colleague seri