Flipsided (p.3)Rose's eyes were huge, her heart pounded painfully. She reached forward to touch him, to turn him over, but his whole body radiated a cold so hard it crackled the air.More Like This
"Blankets!" She jumped up and ran from the console room, dodging the motionless aliens, their presence not registering on her frantic mind.
He must be going into shock, she thought. You were supposed to cover people up when they were in shock, elevate their legs, keep them warm.
But what do you do with an alien that was literally radiating cold?
She'd seen the Doctor in bad shape before. After the Daleks, when he'd first regenerated, he'd lapsed into some kind of coma. When shed wakened him too soon it had stopped one of his hearts.
What did she know about Time Lord first aid?
She grabbed the cartoon quilt off her bed and snatched the biggest pillow from Jack's bed on the way back. Jack had way too many pillows.
She wished he was here. He'd know what to do.
"Gasp!" The Doctor grabbed his chest and slumped ag
Flipsided (p.2)They were the most beautiful aliens Rose had ever seen. They just appeared in the Tardis. Two of them. Tall, slender, humanoid, hairless, and completely silver. But what was so strange was they seemed to be entirely encased in glass, like a necklace charm suspended in crystal. The glass flowed over their outline, moving like flesh.More Like This
"Doctor," said the one in front, "you are in violation of temporal protocols. Cross scanning has shown you have subluxed your own timeline. You know this is strictly forbidden."
"I know. But it's only temporary, an accident, nothing more," the green-coated man said peevishly.
The other alien, almost identical to the first, stepped forward. "You are inordinately prone to such 'accidents.'"
"We have been tracking you through three different timelines," the first alien said. "You are under arrest."
Another alien appeared behind the Doctor, this one completely metallic red under its glass. It grabbed the Doctor from behind. The Doctor arched and screamed, convul
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(Story is complete.)
The 10th Doctor and the 8th Doctor have been accidentally switched in time. While Jack and 10, in 8's Tardis, try to figure out what happened and get back, 8 and Rose are confronted with some unexpected problems of their own when the Tardis is invaded.
He was a tall man of average height.
It was funny that that was the first thing Rose thought when she saw him standing outside the Tardis, because they were parked in 21st Century London, but he was dressed in a green frock coat, waistcoat and cravat, with a pair of soft grey trousers that did wonders for his legs.
The Doctor must have popped back to the Victorian Era and picked someone up, she thought. Typical, that was just like him. Pick some poor guy up out of his time then abandon him as soon as he landed. No doubt he was off somewhere having a nose round, or something had caught his eye.
"Hello, I'm Rose." She shifted the grocery sack to one arm and held out her hand. The man straightened up aw
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You guys really need to understand what great people there are in the world. So if you can, could you take a second to read over this?
So, a month ago, I received an Anon on Tumblr telling me I should kill myself just because of my looks (top picture). I started cutting my wrists and wearing baggy sweaters to hide it (sorry I didn’t tell you, ask-muzyfandom, contewest,sleuthtastic, kerneldeimos, derpnesspageyouwilleversee, chocolate-milk-of-glass, & other followers) and started getting really depressed about it.
To Every Kid I've Crushed On,To little Noah way back in preschool~ Thanks for being so sweet to me! I hope life's treating you good, wherever the heck you might be. c:More Like This
To Trevor who I met in kindergarten~ I honestly don't remember why I liked you, but I am sorry for teasing you so much. We might not have seen each other since 6th grade, but at least we're still buddies on Facebook. I hope you're still just as funny as I remember you. ^_^
To Ryan in 2nd grade~ Thanks for sharing yummy latkes and spinning dradles with me at the start of your Hanukkah celebration. I'll probably never forget those big brown puppy eyes. <3
To Michael in 4th grade~ Thank you for letting me have the first cookie. I only wish you still talked to me. Q_Q
To Caleb in 5th grade~ Your model airplane was like the coolest thing ever and I felt so honored that you wanted me to see it first! It's too bad you turned into such an immature punk when middle school started. -_-
To Grayson from the time I was 10 to the age of 14~ You're still
A Warning to Future Generations in Eight WordsUs horrid peopleMore Like This
Believed human perfection
Dear AmericaThey tell meMore Like This
"Don't be a bully"
But look at what they've done
Starting from Iran and Iraq
And now to Ukraine and beyond
They tell me
"Don't be a rebel
And don't foment one either"
But look at 1776
Or Egypt, Sudan, and Syria
They tell me
"Don't meddle into other's matters"
But take a look at Vietnam
Where Agent Orange still scars them today
They tell me
"Stand up for the bullied"
Look at Taiwan and the U.N.
Did you stand up for them then?
Stop telling me what to do
When you don't even do it yourself
Hamlet was a ComedyWhen he was eighteen, my Uncle Mark tried to kill himself. I've heard the story at least a hundred times, but the other night he got a gig at a little comedy club in Joliet. On a narrow carpeted stage, washed out by two spotlights which hung from the low ceiling, he grinned and said, "Wanna hear about the day I decided to lose weight?"More Like This
Murmurs rippled through the crowd, punctuated by disjointed claps. A heckler screamed that he was still a fat ass but Mark was undeterred. "Well, you see, I was gonna just put a bullet through my head at first but I couldn't figure out how to load the damn gun, and oven suicides haven't been convenient for quite a few decades and I'm not a fucking geezer yet." He turned to his side and cupped his ear. "Did I hear someone ask how you kill yourself in an oven? Any of you know who Sylvia Plath is? Of course you don't, you fucking drunks."
The audience tittered. A women at the table next to mine whispered to her husband. I couldn't hear what she had sai
My DiseaseMy fingers bleed wordsMore Like This
that my lips cannot say.
When they try to trickle out,
I scowl and turn away.
It may not be contagious,
but it is a disease.
Holding myself deep inside,
it's getting hard to breathe.
Lies come so easy,
to cover up the truth.
It’s like my second nature,
grown from my very youth.
It’s deeper than conviction,
more earnest than a thought.
It’s my way
It’s my life
It is my disease.
Anxiety and SerenityDear Friend,More Like This
You- yes you, the person reading and listening to this speech right now. If you're here because you know of this competition, then you must surely be either part of the group, Burdened Hearts or be familiar with what the aforementioned group stands for. Being a sufferer of a plethora of problems myself- brought about by Generalized Anxiety Disorder- I am no stranger to the feeling that, "our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone."
I cannot even begin to stress into letters all the unsaid and lost words, the vertigo and the cold sweating, the unreasonable panic attacks and self-destructive rampages every cell in my body begs me to get into at times- over the silliest and most fictitious of hurt words- words that I should never let crush my already chipped, porcelain-pale spirit.
My oh my though, what an amazing, amazing, amazing feeling it is to know, to really know, that you are not alone. What rapture to know that your simple words and well-wishes for o