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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
.: APH : Portugal OC :.
Country | Portugal - The Portuguese Republic - República Portuguesa
Capital city | Lisbon - Lisboa
Official language | Portuguese - Português
National anthem | A Portuguesa
Religion | Roman Catholic
Birthday | April 25 - 25 de Abril [ Freedom Day ]
Human name | Rosa Sofia dos Ferreira Santos
Age; Appearance wise | 26 / 27
Age; Country wise | Approximately 868 [ Independently ]
Sexuality | Pansexual
" Would you like me to take out my sword? Because bad things happen when I take out my sword. " - Rosa Sofia dos Ferreira Santos
Personality | Prideful and arrogant, Rosa is the proud personification of Portugal, otherwise known as the Portuguese Republic ( República Portuguesa ). A former pirate, she is quite a laid back person and most of the time, quite calm and fun to be around. She has a wide range of hobbies, from fishing
New School, New World- Ch. 15Chapter 15- BTT and Pie (Sounds Good to Me!)
You pushed open the doors and raced down the steps, your eyes searching for your usual table. Ludwig was sitting there, working on something; homework probably. You smiled wide and ran faster, calling out to him as you got closer. He glanced up at you as you parked yourself next to him.
“H-hi”, you greeted him, panting a little. Maybe you shouldn’t have run so fast; you felt drained.
“Hallo”, Ludwig answered, returning his gaze to his paper, which was, as you had guessed, homework.
You stayed silent until you had gotten your breath back. “So”, you began, “I had a ton of fun in English class! Arthur, Matthew, Alfred, and I had to write a story together and it was really enjoyable!”
“Hmm”, Ludwig hummed, looking back at you, “That sounds interesting”.
You nodded and smiled again. “How was your class?”
“It was fine”, he replied s
tGB: Kinuri Adoptions:iconthe-golden-butterfly:
Alrighty guys, you all knew it was coming sooner or later.
A great big howdy doo to everyone reading and welcome to:
:icontgb-firetribe: The Official Kinuri Adoption Page! :icontgb-firetribe:
That's right folks! Kintsu (played by yours truly) and Nuri (=creabooty) have received their kitten roll, and 4 liddle babies will be making their way into the world! One of them, sadly, will be meeting a rather tragic end to their brief beginning. Due to stress and changes in the environment, one little she-kit will be still born.
Another kit has already been adopted out. Cassie, the first born in the litter and a future Primary Water-Tribe cat will be played by ~Kounix. She was named after Kintsu's best friend/adopted brother, the Grey-Fire Caspian.
Not to worry though! There are still 2 little kiddos up for grabs ;D But before we get to that, we gotta lay down some rules!
You can only apply if y
How I percieve Queen ChrysalisForm and Appearance
All in all, Chrissy looks exactly the way she is portrayed in the show. Needless to say, she appears in much greater detail than what can be displayed in an animated show. One of the biggest things to note, that others will not know just by seeing her in the show, is her skin. Rather than pony fur, her coat is actually composed of a chitin-like substance, much like the exoskeletons of insects. Rather than anything rough, however, the chitin is incredibly smooth, like the shell of the finest beetle. It is quite cold to the touch, yet still very pleasing when felt, and also gives off an ever so slight ‘moist’ feel.
On the topic of her body, her most taboo feature is perhaps the holes in her legs. It is important to know that these holes do not penetrate her skin, giving off any sights of her insides. Instead, they are a natural part of how a Changeling’s body is. Ever seen how they make Chrysalis plushies with the holes? Think that, only compo
Sucky "While I was alive..." Oakclaw thought sadly, sitting in Starclan looking down at his beautiful grey and black mate, Sootstep. He was afraid she would get a new mate. He sniffed holding in a cry. "I will protect you from up here.." He promised himself. He got up and walked away to his den. He laid his head on his paws. He closed his eyes and breathed in. He thought about all of the times Sootstep and him slept together. That brought a chill into his den and he shivered. He felt more cold then every. He sighed, missing Sootstep's sweet scent, her beautiful blue eyes. He soon drifted off into a deep sleep.
He woke up, but it was different. It was Snowclan, the snow, the dens, everything. But then he fell down on the snow. He looked up and saw Sootstep. "S-Sootstep?" He stuttered. "Hey." She purred, getting off. He jumped on top of her. He rubbed his muzzle against her cheek. "Whats the matter Oaky, you act like we haven't seen each oth
Waking up in hospital beats not waking up at allIt took him a while to recognize where he is, even though he's more than familiar with the place really.
In fact, in the first few minutes of his awakening he genuinely thought this is just another night he spent in a hospital bed- Until he tried and failed to move as the wave of sore and burning pain hit his entire body.
Well, that's new... ,he thought to himself. Normally the pain comes from the inside.
He gazed down, almost out of pure curiosity, and saw the wracked body of his own- not much different than a patched up, worn out doll. Like Duke, actually.
At first glance, he numbly thought to himself just how much more money he has to pay to get rid of all these scars. He barely even had the time to schedule an appointment with Doc for the dragon burnt before!
Then as he tried to revisit his memory as to what has caused these new hideous wounds (he praises himself for being quite careful about this sort of things), it felt like as if he's staring into a pitch black room with
Connall Robotnik Bio
Name: Connall 'Robotnik'
Relatives: Unknown mother and father
Height: 5 ft 9 in
Weight: 74.0 kg
Hair: Light brown
Attire: Red and black dictator suit, white gloves, goggles, dark glasses
Affiliation: Eggman Empire's head scientist, tactician, and general dogsbody
Personality: Quirky, prideful, loyal, yet kind, courteous, optimistic
Abilities: Higher than average IQ mechanical expertise, swift acrobatic abilities, excellent piloting skills
Trivia: He has no memory of his last name, but he changed it to 'Robotnik' to make it more fitting for his role in the Eggman Empire.
Description: Tricky, smart, and one to avoid direct conflicts, Connall Robotnik is one of the Empire's highest-ranked operatives. Known for occupying large, mechanical monstrosities larger than himself, this young scientist intends to help his boss Eggman to accomplish domination over many settlements of the planet Mobius. However, this is primarily due to respect and loyalty, as t
Character Profiles- The Killer TwinsLiam:
Eye Color: Icy blue
Hair Color: Chocolate-brown
Hairstyle: Short ((Like his father’s))
Clothing: Black pants, white hoodie ((black shirt underneath))
Family: Jeff the Killer- mother, Eyeless Jack- father, Lauren- sister
Weapon: Kitchen knife
Personality: Liam inherited mostly his mother’s traits; he’s a reasonably loud and fun guy, whose activities include talking and killing. He kills just like his mother; not being afraid to just jump right in and make the kill.
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Black
Hairstyle: Long and wavy, all the way down to her waist
Clothing: Faded blue jeans, black jacket ((Red shirt underneath))
Family: Jeff the Killer- mother, Eyeless Jack- father, Liam- brother
Weapon- Switchblade knives ((Two of them, duel wielded))
Personality: Just like her father, Lauren is a calm and quiet girl. But if she’s in the position where she needs or wants to kill, she will have the
TnM-Corriendo por AmorTnM-Corriendo por Amor
Nuestra historia comienza con una chica de 23 años que vive sola en un departamento esta misma tiene un novio y vive en Mexico esta es Maria Elizabeth Flynn Garcia-Shapiro, esto va a empezar YA , estan en un restaurante
¿¿??: Marie, nos conocemos desde hace un tiempo y me preguntaba *saca una cajita* te quieres casar conmigo??
Marie: Claro que si Jackson *lo besa*
Jackson: Oh, Marie no sabes lo feliz q me haces
Marie: Y tu a mi siendo tu esposa
Jackson: Que tal si vamos a celebrar
Marie: a donde??
Jackson: Al casino
Marie: Claro amor *se van*
Jackson era muy lindo y guapo y todo lo que quieran pero tenia un defecto y ese era la adiccion al juego, ya saben por donde va esto...
Ellos van al casino y una vez alli Jackson empieza a jugar
Estaban en una ruleta que gira y el tiene que escoger el numero y si la pelotita terminaba en ese numero ganaba.
Jugador de la ruleta: Escoja un Numero
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
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