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"Doctor", Parody of "Starman"Another lonely night in Leadworth by myself
Nothing to do, I was bored you know ow ow
This crack was scarin' me, something bout Prisoner Zero it said
Then a loud sound, then a man (not ginger)
Made me cook him up custard and fish fingers
That weren't no policeman, this was something much more weird
There's a Time Lord waiting in the sky
He's coming down to meet us
But I think he'll blow our minds
There's a Doctor waiting in the sky
He took me on his spaceship
Said he'd need me for a while
He tells me:
"I've heard children crying
To save them all I'm trying
And just this once, not lying."
He took me up and showed me everything ing ing
Left my fiancée and engagement ring ing ing
Met up with Van Gogh and with Winston Churchill too
I got pregnant, had a baby girl irl irl
She grew up and was then feared by every world orld orld
She was my best friend too, now tell me, is that not right?
So I'm Amy, floating through the sky
Then Rory came to meet us
But he always seems to die
So we're h
Watched by a godA god sat on his throne of clouds and observed the world beneath him. This was one of his least favourite planets, a pathetic little blob of green and blue in an old-fashioned section of the universe. He didn't know why he'd chosen to watch them, barely paying attention, the way they watched their televisions.
The inhabitants had named it Earth, but it was known by a much more offensive name in ethereal circles.
The natives here, a mostly sapient race called humans, had messed up. Many planets had races that had failed, but few had failed as dramatically as the humans. While other cultures explored the limits of knowledge and scientific advancement, humans had apparently given up, inventing instead a billion and one ways to amuse themselves without achieving anything worthwhile.
The slacker species of the universe a species predisposed to play.
Last time the god had watched here, the humans had just worked out exactly what gravity was and how it worked. It was hardly a mystery b
Xanthic LightAlice and Edward stepped closer together, examining one another in the streetlight. Both of them had aged since they'd last seen one another and looked curiously the same but so different.
"Can you believe it's been fifteen years?" Edward said, raising his hand to stroke Alice's hair.
"Don't," she said. "Edward, please don't do this."
"Fifteen years," he said again. "Great Scott, you can't tell me that the feelings aren't still there, even after all this time." He begged her to agree with him.
"I can't," she said, refusing to look at him now he was so close. Just run, she thought. Kicking herself inside, she wondered why she had agreed to see him. Love didn't fade, even after all this time.
"Maybe I should just go," she said.
"No," he said, firmly. "Oh please, don't go. Please, I made such a mistake when I left you. Queen of my heart, forever and a day." Roaring cars passed them on the bridge, a few of them wondering who the two people were chatting over the water. She wished she had j
Deceased - IIIDying hurts, and don't let anyone tell you any different. People bang on about how, "Oh, he died peacefully in his sleep" and shit like that but don't believe a word of it. OK, my death was violent anyway nothing prepares you for being catapulted through a windscreen but I've spoken to people up here who've died in their sleep and apparently it's no less painful. It's something to do with the soul having to be ripped from the body "ripped" being the key word here.
On the whole though, once you've gone through that, it's actually quite peaceful. I thought I'd be worrying non-stop about the people I've left behind but as it turns out, I'm not. That's not to sound selfish, it's just that once I'm up here, there's nothing I can do about them. Well, OK, so I can help one person, but you don't get any choice in the matter.
Everyone's a guardian angel up here, see. You die, you cover someone's back until the time they're destined to die, making sure they don't pop it firs
Painter - IIWith Josh gone, I don't know what to do anymore. I know we were together for just eleven months, but it felt so right. I guess it always feels right at the beginning if it didn't, you wouldn't press on. Art is my final class of the day but I'm not really with it. We're supposed to be painting the still life in front of us a mish-mash of fabrics, fruit, stuffed birds and the top half of a mannequin but my mind isn't on it. Everyone has made some progress but I still have a pure white canvas staring back at me.
I pick up a paintbrush and continue to think about Josh. It's been a week now. I had a few days off school for it but because I'm not family or anything, I can't get compassionate leave or anything. I've just got to press on. It's hard to think of him laughing and joking now I've seen him with his blood and brains smeared across the front of his car. My leg still twinges a bit from where it was caught under the dashboard, but it's not severely damaged.
Grapevine - IYou'll never guess what I heard! No, wait, I mean it! I shouldn't even really be gossiping about it but I had to tell someone. Do you remember Pete? You know, Pete thingy? The one who was going out with Tina but they broke up when she slept with his brother? You must remember! Think back, it was huge news like, last month. No, two months ago. I don't know. Yeah?
No, well anyway, you remember his mate Duncan? Oh you must know! You'd know him if you saw him he's the one who got really wasted at Anne's eighteenth? Jumped on the table and declared himself King of the Lesbians? Long hair? Anyway, never mind him, it's his brother, Josh. You have to remember Josh! That's right, the one who spent last Hallowe'en making eyes at you and your pumpkin costume. Totally hot.
Anyway, yeah, you'll never guess what happened! He was out driving with his girlfriend Becky you must know Becky and anyway, what they're saying is that he swerved to avoid a deer and crashed and he's dead.
I wake up.I wake up.
I'm on a dark desert highway and I don't remember how I got here. There are a few stars in the sky but no moon and not enough light to guide me. I reach into my pockets and pull out a torch, but with nothing for the light to bounce off, I cannot tell how far I am from anything.
I begin to walk, and I walk for several hours, or maybe days, or maybe just a couple of minutes. I arrive at a house with lights burning from every window. I knock on the door and the wood sounds like metal. There is a clank and a clang and the door opens slightly.
An old woman's face looks out at me. She screams something in a language I don't understand and I feel a bullet lodge itself in my lung. I choke and I wake up
I'm leaning against a set of lockers in my school corridor and I don't remember how I got here. It's after hours, still light outside but the school is empty. I walk down the corridor, which seems longer than I remember. It takes an hour to reach the door at the end. It's locked
Letter To The Future21st July 2010
To Whom It May Concern:
If you have found this letter, congratulations. I am writing this in the year 2010 and hopefully, nuclear war permitting, it will have reached you in the year 2110. The language I am writing in is English which, while I assume will still be a dominant language in one hundred years time, may have been killed off by the Chinese.
2110 sounds so futuristic, but once upon a time 2010 sounded like that, yet here I am. It's weird to think that this year is now history to you, the way we look back at 1910 and think they were a bit backwards. You probably think that about us.
It's 41 years since humans first landed on the moon (unless that has since proved to be a hoax) and we've currently no signs of heading into space again. They keep talking about it, but there's nothing happening. I hope we're on the moon by the time you read this. Hopefully you've got to Mars by now. Maybe you're reading this on Mars!
Are there aliens yet? The closest we get is Doctor
Excerpt: 2117The first noise I heard in one hundred years was a gentle hiss. I felt dizzy and realised that I was lying on cool marble table wearing only shorts. There was a mask over my mouth, feeding me oxygen. I turned my head gently to the side and noticed that the mask was connected to a tube, which fed down into a small glass dome. Inside the dome was what appeared to be a bonsai rainforest.
What I presumed to be a clock was on the wall just above it, although it was hard to tell. It had no hands but instead four circles of various sizes were in place beneath the numbers, one of them ticking with what I presumed were seconds. One was moving too fast to be properly seen.
The hissing continued, very faintly. I wanted to sit up but I quickly realised that my wrists and ankles were fastened to the table, although I could feel no fastening at all. It was almost like I'd been magnetised and stuck to the fridge.
I heard a door open and someone entered the room, and at the same time, the oxygen mask
Not Your Average Lily - tg tfATTENTION: Please be aware, this story was written using a reference. I advise you guys look at this before reading further, just as something to visualise the transformation with. The link can be found in the description. Enjoy!
I look around the large greenhouse, pure boredom etched into my face as I take in the vast sea of green, the occasional splash of red or yellow from various flowers dotted about. A bead of sweat slowly trickles down my forehead, and I wipe it away with a hand. I want nothing more right now than to leave; it’s too hot, it’s too humid, and there is literally nothing of interest here.
Well… nothing of interest for me at least, I muse to myself as my younger sister darts past me, eyes wide open with curiosity and inquisitiveness. On the face of a 10 year old, that looks nothing but adorable. Unfortunately for me I have a soft spot for my sister, and she knows it all too well. I get the impression she plays on this more than I should
My Little Profiles: Charade
The Secondary Antagonist of My Little Pony: The Future is Magic
Ages: Most Likely 30's
Height: About the same as most other stallions, but slightly taller
Eye Colors: Light Blue
Coat Colors: Grey
Mane Colors: Light Purple
Cutie Marks: Masks of Comedy and Tragedy
Current Status: Wanted Jewel Thief
Allies: None Known
Enemies: Clever Wits, Daring Do
Personality: Cruel and Manipulative. Patient, but sometimes easy to anger.
Abilities: Master of Magical Disguises, Master of Thievery.
Other Details: Charade was a pony who loved to pretend and act as a young colt. How he turned into a criminal from there is unknown. This stallion has never been caught and enjoys putting on a show for his enemies.
My Little Profiles: Clever Wits
Supporting Character of My Little Pony: The Future is Magic
Name: Clever Wits
Age: Most Likely in his 30's
Species: Earth Pony
Height: About the same as most other ponies
Eye Color: Brownish-orange
Coat Color: Grey
Mane Color: Light and Sandy Brown
Cutie Mark: Roll of Duct Tape
Current Status: Secret Agent for an Unnamed Agency
Friends: Daring Do
Abilities: High Intelligence, Can use the simplest items found around him to form a solution to any problem he may be in.
Other Details: Years ago, before A.K. Yearling became an author and Daring Do, Clever Wits was but a pony of nature who met Yearling on one of his little expeditions. Together they became friends, and soon had to face off against their greatest foe at tha
Draw this for me?
Hey everyone! I was wondering if there was anyone out there who could draw an amazing picture of my Original Creepypasta up above! Her name is "Dolly" but her full name is "Oopsie Daisy Dolly". She has a doll that looks exactly like her, her weapons are needle and thread, a kitchen knife, and an X-Acto knife. I also finished her story. Eventually I will be finishing the more detailed version of her story. More blood, flows more etc. I'm super excited!
Here's her link: http://sweeneytoddst.deviantart.com/art/Creepypasta-Oopsie-Daisy-Dolly-481440235
Read her story if you'd like to know more about her. If you do draw her then send me the link through a note! I'd love to see it! Do fanart if you must!
I really want Dolly to get noticed! So, if you can maybe you can tell your friends to find the story here on DA or on creepypasta.wikia.com
Thank you everyone! I hope to see some of your guys versions of her!
My Little Profiles: Scorpan
Supporting character of MLP: Short Cross Stories, Short Cross Stories 2, and MLP: The Future Frontier Stories
Age: Over 1,000 years old
Height: Larger than most ponies
Family: Tirek (Brother), Grogar (Possible Brother)
current status: In a faraway land away from Equestria
Allies: Princess Twilight Sparkle, Princess Celestia, Princess cadence, Princess Luna, Prince Astrowolf, Applejuice, Applejack, Big Macintosh, Fluttershy, Blaine, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Star Bolt, Pinkie Pie, Afro, Spike, etc.
Enemies: Tirek, Grogar
Description: Brown and Gray fur , Sharp fangs, long tail and massive wings.
Powers: Magic, Great Strength, Strong Wing power, High pitched screech
Weakness: Unknown for now
Other details: Scorpan was once partners with Tirek when they were going to steal magic but After he learn the ways of friendship towards other ponies, He went back to tell his brother to abandon their plans but Tirek however re
OD - Filled Written Bio: Rheaxts
Name: Rheaxts Ruxof
Nickname(s): Rhe, Rhea, the Gardener, Chicky, etc.
Preferred Name(s): Anything goes; just nothing rude!
D.O.B.: April 4th
Star Sign: Aries
Blood Type: A-
Height: 5'0" (152 cm)
Weight: 112 lbs (50.8 kg)
Hair Color/Style: Blonde; It has been stylized into a bob.
Eye Color: Green
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Body Type/Build: Lithe build--her body is small but she has been training.
Misc. Appearance Details: Rheaxts has a very youthful look, and appears much younger than her actual age.
Style: Rheaxts usually likes to follow comfort more than anything else, unlike
My little Profiles: Grogar
One of the main antagonists of MLP:Short Cross Stories 2
Titles: The Aspect of Darkness/Emperor of Tambelon
Age: over 1,000 years old
Species: Demon Ram
Height: larger than most ponies
Alignment: Pure Chaotic Evil
Current Status: Sealed on the island of Tambelon
Allies: Goat army, Yonder (Former Witch doctor of the mule deer tribe), Talc (Former leader of the brown bear tribe), cyclops army, Quartz (Traitor of the elk tribe) other characters will come soon plus grogar's pet.
Enemies: Prince Astrowolf, Scorpan, Princess Twilight Sparkle, Applejuice, Applejack, Big Macintosh, Fluttershy, Blaine, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Star Bolt, Pinkie Pie, Afro, Spike, etc.
Description: Dark blue coat, dark red eyes, wears a bell around his neck which helps channel his powers, indestructible horns
Powers: Wields dark magic, charging and shield abilities, Demonic Magic
Weaknesses: The Power Of the Light, The ancient bell of Tambelon, The Sword of Light, The Mega El
Let's All Go To Freddy's Wormy! :) PT 1"WORMY I'M HOME!!!"I yelled dropping my puke bag in the trash and ran to my room.
"LEILA DON'T RUN!!!"I heard alex yell at me as I ran up the stairs
"YOUR NOT MY DAD!"I yelled,but of course I tripped on the stairs. 'ow' I thought.I felt someone lift me and I looked up to see Ben supporting me.I smiled then ran to my room and lifted wormy who lay asleep on my bed
"HEY!" he sqeaked
"leila whats wrong"he sighed
"nofin just got a deadly disorder that could kill me "I said
"awesome" he replies with a smile
" OH I KNOW!!!"I suddenly yelled
"Lets call up my bro's and...Lets all go to Freddy's Wormy " I said
He protested,knowing I could get hurt.He didn't care really,but I was like his trophy and a hard to earn one to!
I called Skylar,Kitten,Rose,Mileena,Cass,Acelynn,And I told ben we were going.He invited his freinds jake Fred and Gary
We snuck past alex and ran to the shut down pizzeria.Skylar was first there,she brought arien,and I was glad.Arien is like
SE charas as catsSoul and Kid:
(Soul: Let's do it kid! Kid: Oh yeah! Both: Okey! 3..2..1... HEY LOOK WE'RE TWO KITTYS AND WE'RE CUUTEE!):
(Patty: A hand! I'll catch it! I'll catch it!!))
(Liz:A TOAST!! OH MAAAH GOOOOD!" )
(Kid: LOOK AT ME! I'M CUTE!)
(Blacky: I NEED TO CATCH THE RED POINT!! F*CK YEAH!)
(Tsubaki: I love you :33)
(Maka: Sooo many mangas!! WHAT DA HEEEELL?!)
(Soul: I'm da master of cillin biatch!)
Kid when you tell him his hair is asymmetrical:
(Kid: You... hurt... my... feelings... *sniff*)
Character Study: Jazz ClubLively jazz music plays. The club is dark, square lights allowing for just enough vision through the fug. You can almost see the music circle the clientele. Three people sit in the corner booth, all of them smiling and laughing together.
The first is Dexter Ruggles; dressed in a black shirt, black trousers, black ankle boots and a black trilby balanced on his black hair. Just a slim white tie adds colour to the ensemble. He laughs loudly, baring straight teeth, nostrils flaring. He's a writer, a novelist (one book published) who also works as a waiter. He's happy with his lot and his friends.
The second is Rebecca Lowe; dressed in a white top with red swirls all over it, and a short grey skirt. Grey boots reach up to her knees. She has an unlit cigarette behind her ear, tucked into the dark red hair that has been sprayed, straightened and waxed so often one would think it wouldn't bother messing itself up again. She sleeps around, sleeps with anything. She wants a relationship but does
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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