you have a heavy heartAre we still on the two sisters idea?More Like This
Okay. What else you got?
You have something, what is it?
I've never written an argument. I've got nothing.
You've had one though. You have you and your experiences and everything that defines you and its okay.
I know. I'm scared.
Does this help? Imagining someone to talk to?
You seem real.
And you're not there anymore. Okay. I can do this. Write for someone who looks down on everything I like. Write for someone who looks down on me.
Shall we go over the rules?
Don't write clichéd phrases.
Do you know what that entails?
No. I don't really like how writing has rules. Grammar I can understand, it helps the reader along. But everything else just kills the enjoyment and fun of writing. I'm too scared to write.
Describe me something.
There's a white Kleenex on the floor, with a wasp underneath it. We squashed it with a shoe earlier, but it was still twitching, so s
Your Poetry Sucks.Poetic verse does not sleep contently within your bones.More Like This
You are not made of Shakespearean sonnets.
Metaphors do not cling to your teeth like snowdrops,
and similes do not lurk like assassins behind those false psychic eyes.
Your veins bleed nothing but red.
And your whispers,
they will never leave galaxies
along the length of spines.
So, Dear Heart,
you can take your stars,
your full moon romances,
the many, desperate love letters,
the gag-worthy cliches-
and eat them.
DaybreakThe Doctor sat curled up in the corner in a prison cell trying to work out how on Gallifrey he was going to get himself out of this one. He'd only come to the planet to find a present for Kos, who would be staying, as instructed, aboard the TARDIS. It wasn't his fault that he knew nothing of the planet's cultures... The one planet in the universe he knew nothing about beyond their renown for making some of the most beautiful gifts in the universe, and it had to be the one that got offended by every little thing.More Like This
Okay, maybe it was his fault a little bit, he really should have done his research first. Still, too late for that now. First, they'd said, he was dressed too provocatively, obviously come to seduce the population. Well, of course he'd insisted his husband would not like that, and that was the last thing on his mind. It was a normal way of dressing where he came from. (Okay, so that might be stretching it a bit... okay a lot, but he wouldn't be seen dead in those hideous robes!