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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
Masky X Reader LEMONNarrator P.O.V.
He watched you lying in bed asleep and grinned to himself, you were his next victim. He jumped inside your window and jumped at your alarm clock blasting ____ by ______. You whimpered and sat up, once you opened your big (e/c) eyes, he was behind you. You stood up in your short pajamas and stretched up and down, he stared at you and bit his lip under his mask.
This man you weren’t aware of, in your room at 3 AM. Why you woke up at 3 AM, he didn’t understand, he had always thought you woke up at 6 AM for school.
“What the hell?” he heard you say, “why is my alarm set for 3 AM?” you stood up and he got ready to move to the other side of your room when you walked forward to your dresser and bent over and grabbed your phone. He bit his lip harder and licked it, while watching you “Haha, look who’s awake at 3 AM, you have three hours until school, loser,” you said. He saw you roll your eyes in the mirror and you looked up
2P Canada X-Reader One big family CH.2Ever since Alfred talked to you the other day people started to advoid you. It took you only a few second to figure out that all the rumours were about you. You had no clue how come you weren't the strange kid anymore, just by talking with Alfred, who strangely anough liked you enough to not smash your head in. It took you a few weeks to get settled in the new school. But to be honest, you had some sort of strange power in here. People seem the be afraid of you, and you had no clue why, of how. They couldn't be frightend of you just because you survided a talk with a strange kid holding a bat now could they? The two arrogant girls were no longer bitching around with you. When you caught them looking at you they quickly turned around, trying to hide their interests in you. Even the boy who was holding your bag the other day came towards you so he could apologies for his behaviour. He seemed some sort of nice actually. After his apologies he smiled sweetly at you and handed over a rose.
2P Canada X-Reader One Big Family CH.3Tuesday.
Since you were already late for school you descided to take it slowly and made your way trough your morning program in absolut peace. Everytime you thought about Matthew a little smile ran over your face. You some sort of like this boy, even though you didn't really know why. It wasn't like he was that nice to you, but then again, he was nicer to you than to anyone else. You washed your face and looked at youself in the mirror. You saw a young girl, sleepy eyes and messy hair. You started to brush it before you made your way downstairs to catch some breakfast.
Downstairs everyone was gone already. You liked the quitness and set down on the chair for some goor breakfast, still thinking about the blonde hairy guy. If you seriously liked it, could their be a possibility for the two of you? Even if he would actually like you, could you two be together? You smiled at that thought and almost threw the milk on the ground. You laughed about your own stupility and made yourself ready f
America X Child!Reader RQIts has been a few years since I started to live with Alfred F. Jones - A.K.A America- and have became his little sister. I had to admit he is a bit energetic and lazy sometimes, and also kind of a wuss whenever me, Al, and Kiku - A.K.A Japan - watch horror movies. There's a few times when Arthur - A.K.A once again, England - tells me that Al is a bad influence on me and that I should be treated like a young lady with manners. Though I don't give a crap to what that Eyebrow-Caterpillar thinks.
Whenever I stay over at Elizabeta and Roderich's - who are Hungary and Austria - Elizabeta always teaches my how to cook and many other things that keep me occupied with entertainment and satisfaction. She says I'm a really good for someone my age for the first time by myself, heck, even Roderich respects and praises me for my cooking! And I thought he was a self-centred jerk. Guess I was wrong.
Since then cooking have became my most favourite hobby and I wanted to try cooking from different nati
Pray for French PolynesiaFrench Polynesia is an overseas collectivity of France.
It is located in the south Pacific half way between South America and Australia.
Its closest island neighbors are the Cook Islands to the Southwest and the Pitcairn Islands
to the southeast.
It is made up of 130 different islands which are split into six groups:
Society Islands (Includes Tahiti, Bora Bora, Mo'orea)
The population is over 260,000.
Papeetē is the capital and located on Tahiti.
Tahiti is the largest island and where 80% of the population lives.
Tahiti’s main exports are its black pearls
FAMOUS FRENCH POLYNESIANS
Vaitiare Hirson-Asars (b. 1964
Tarita Teriipia Third wife of Marlon Brando (b 1941),
Cheyenne Brando Daughter of Marlon Brando (1970–1995)
Tuki Brando Son of Cheyenne Brando (b 1990)
Fruit Bloom Fruit and Berry ListThis list will not only tell you the list of Fruit available for Fruit Blooms, but it will also tell you the rarity of it. Berries however will have a higher rarity because the are ask only and they can be turned down if we feel that they are too rare. We will also deny them if there are too many Blooms with them.
Acai Berries - Rare
Ackee - Uncommon
Aguaje - Rare
Apple - Common
Apricot - Uncommon
Avocado - Super Rare
Banana - Common
Bell Pepper - Super Rare
Breadfruit - Super Rare
Bilberry - Rare
Blackberry - Common
Blackcurrant - Rare
Blood Orange - Common
Blueberry - Common
Boysenberry - Rare
Carob Pod - Super Rare
Canary melon - Rare
Cantaloupe - Rare
Currant - Common
Cherry - Kuro-Creations exclusive only
Cherimoya - Rare
Chili Pepper - Super Rare
Clementine - Common
Cloudberry - Rare
Cocoa Pod - Super Rare
Coconut - Uncommon
Corn - Super Rare
Coffee Fruit - Super Rare
Cranberry - Super Rare
Cucumber - Super Rare
Cupuacu - Super Rare
Damson - Common
Date - Com
Hiro X Reader Chapter 1Soul Eater Hiro X Reader
“Ahahaha! My dear, ______,” Hiro says delightfully as he strolls past me.
“I’m not your dear,” I scoffed while leaning up against the wall. He ignores me and leans up against the wall with me.
“How are you doing today?” he pokes my nose and flips up my skirt.
I scream, “what the hell is wrong with you?!”
I begin to slap him but he catches my hand and leans into my face really closely, “think before you do that, you’re my weapon remember?”
None of the people around me could help me either, because I was his weapon and I was supposed to deal with it. I snatched my hand away from him and walk off to my next class. I enter the class and see the usual professor Stein about to dissect something with the top student in the school, Maka Albarn, trying to stop him from up in the seats. I go up to my seat and sit in the very back.
“Now class, this is a very endangered bird, only 3 of them left
~New Journey, Old Friends~ Dark Eclipse Chapter 2
I never thought the King of Elerassi would call me in to hunt someone down for him... I wonder what's so special about this person...
I walked into the thrown room and bowed before the king. "My lord, I am Damon, the Bounty Hunter you requested."
I heard the king make a 'tsh' sound. Was he not pleased with me? I just met the man...
I looked up at him. I watched him as he looked me over,which chilled me to the bone. This man... His heart was cold as stone, no question...
"...I need you to hunt down two people for me." The King said.
I raised an eyebrow. Normally, I have to hunt down one person, which led to me finding a gang of trouble makers... But two?
"And who might these to be?" I asked.
"My daughter and her kidnapper." The King said. "You see, there is a Wyvern who owns me quite a bit of money... He kidnapped my daughter last night. I'm guessing
Full Name: Yoo Minseok (유민석)
Nickname: Dance Machine, Baby Minseok(because he is the youngest from the group)
Age: 17-18 years old
Birthday: November 17th
Birthplace: Seoul(서울), South Korea
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Blood type: O
Height: 177-179 cm
Weight: 62 kg
School: Sehyun Art High School
Personality: Sometimes cold, sometimes funny, Stubborn, Determined, Independent, Agressive, Violent, Mysterious, Hardworking, Smart, Hot-headed, Easy to make him angry, Sometimes quiet or childish, Jealous type, Sarcastic, but he can be really cute if he wants to.
Hobbies: Dancing, again Dancing, practising, singing, writing songs, playing basketball.
Talent: B-boying skills, writing and composing songs by himself.
Singing skills: - 10/10 - He has a
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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