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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.
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
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
TrivelaJanice rushed towards the dome wall. Well, I guess rushing is not really the word. She limped towards the dome, shifting her weight to her good foot, painfully proceeding towards her destination. She limped faster than she was running minutes ago, then she splayed her hands on the glass and gazed sadly at the crack as it grew and grew until it seemed to stop at about 30cm. She sighed and lowered her head and just stood there, her hands on the transparent walls, framed by the red sand outside. Sitting on the gray thing we insisted on calling ‘grass’ despite our better judgment, I wanted to tell Janice it was all going to be okay. I wanted to tell her it was a superficial crack and that I would fix it in the morning, before I did my rounds checking the air conditioning. It would take me just a few minutes and it wasn’t a big deal, it could wait until the morning, it was just a matter of using a liquid neoplexiglass gun to refill it. The dome was built to withstand a lot
Trust Machines - Sweet AnniversarySweet Anniversary
Trust Machines story
Steve raised his eyebrows as he looked at the petite raven-haired woman standing on his doorsteps. At a massive 6'2" and 250 pounds, all of it muscle, without a single gram of extra-fat, he was used to having strange chicks run after him. His body would have been enough to attract most gals, but his job as a firefighter added a special something women seemed to crave, an aura of danger and heroism.
Not that this girl looked like any of his usual devotees. Truth to tell, even those weren't ringing his doorbell well past ten in the evening, but aside from that minor fact she missed the typical 'bimbo-look' he so despised. Apparently, girls seemed to think that they had to dress like a hooker to land with the facsimile of a Greek god. This girl, though, was clothed fairly
Average Guy To Rocker Chick TGBobby is a pretty average guy. He's 17 years old, 5 foot 7, average build, long brown hair with a slightly purple fringe but mostly wears a black and grey striped hat, and wears whatever he can find in his drawer not caring about his appearance. He has left school and is waiting to start college, but also enjoying the holidays doing what he does nearly everyday, either sitting at home on his Xbox, or hanging out with friends in town.
Though as much as Bobby was having the good life, he felt out of place, that he should do or be something different. He could think of nothing though. It didn't help since he didn't have a girlfriend for a while. His last girlfriend had fear of commitment issues but she was honest about it to him so her reason was good. Bobby was hurt at first but he knew that things happen and you gotta move on. It sucked even more that he's a virgin still, he mostly dated girls that were 15 but he had set himself good priories. But overall, he didn't kno
Spending the day with CharlisaEsau Abraham followed Charlisa Brant down the hall of one of the nursing homes in Angel Falls. He was spending the day with his frequent partner. Right now she was taking him to meet the oldest living member of her family, her great-grandfather. She stopped by a door with a placard that said ‘Joseph River’. She turned to Esau and said, “Here we are,” before knocking once and entering. “Hey, great-gramps, we’re here.”
“And early for once,” the elderly man replied. He was laying in bed. “Come on and give me a hand up.” She helped him sit up, and then put her hands under his armpits and helped him transfer to his wheelchair. He looked over at Esau and said, “And you must be Charlisa’s friend.”
“Yes, sir. I’m Esau Abraham,” he said as he stepped over to the older man and offered his hand.
Joseph took it and shook it. “Nice to meet you. And don’t call me ‘sir’. I was
TMNT 2012 Chapter 24: BittersweetChapter 24: Bittersweet
The turtles ran across the rooftop, just after taking out a large group of Kraang. They stopped at the edge of a building and watched the streets below, everyone that is except for Raph. He stood off to the side and was faced towards the general direction of the lair.
“Raph! Chillax bra! Mona will be fine, and if your worried about the two nut head doctors giving away the lairs position don't worry! We made sure they were blindfolded and that we drove around a lot. There is no way in the world they can figure out where it's at,” Mikey hollered back to his older brother.
“Raph,” Donnie walked over to his brother. “Mikey's right. Mona is safe.” Donnie placed his hand on Raph's shoulder, “And at any time you'll be a dad.”
Raph sighed and rubbed his hands together, “We should head back....” Raph's t-phone rang which he answered it immediately, “Hello?”
Mikey and Leo stood and watched Raph who tu
A Mission of Friendship, part 6Between the realms of waking and sleeping, Danny felt a sense of vertigo pass through him. He had been dreaming, and a shudder rocked his body. He wasn’t the sort of kid to ever have nightmares, and this one tugged at his heart.
It was the sort of bad dream that didn’t make a person scream or jolt awake. It wasn’t about some kind of monster or terrible shock. It was a slow, creeping horror, such as one gets when he dreams about his family hating him, or his work failing miserably — the kind of story that sucks the hope out of you.
The discomfort brought him out of sleep, and he exhaled heavily before he sat up and rubbed his eyes. As soon as he opened them, memories of the dream seemed to slowly lose detail. He knew he had seen his mother, she had been dancing with his father, and then Colby was there, but he looked sick and weak, and then there was someone else — a woman with long, dark hair like Colby’s mother, except human-sized, and she was weari
Weird Science-Part 1 [Slob, WG]Marigold Farmer stood in awe of the massive facility, arching her neck back to see just how high the building went. She was no stranger to skyscrapers but this place seemed like something surreal out of the futuristic animes she was so fond of. The quiet brunette had stared for a full minute at the monument to science as she shook it off; thinking to herself that she probably looked silly standing on the curb like that. Then again, most people would question her choice of tight jean against her thighs and ass and an anime t-shirt that clung to her mammories like static electricity as she rolled her duffel bag into the building. The cool breeze was a refreshing contrast to the sweltering heat of the Massachusetts summer, making Marigold sweat like a pig as she walked around the lobby.
“Here at Nexis Labs, we strive to bring cutting age inventions to our current society, benefitting man today to evolve tomorrow!” Marigold heard the corny display monitors chip as if she were b
Youx(My oc)You woke up in a hurry, sweating hard. It was dark in your room, you can not see your own hand. The sound of a window breaking brought you out of your bed, not only you hand a nightmare and now you had someone in your house. You reached to open your door, but someone grabs you pushing you against the wall. You try to scream out for help but a hand covers your mouth. You could see the outline of a muscle man, he was looking at your door. It slightly opens the sound of ringing came in your ears. It burned so bad, you fall to your knees and look up just in time to see the man and this strange white/blue magic. You grow weak and fall to the ground from the ringing and pass out.
When you awake, you were on the floor of some strange room. Out side the door you could hear two voices.
“Snow why did you bring this (Your name)here?” An older sounded voice says.
“ (Your name) was about to get eating my a bloodhound.”“How do they know your name?” You tho
The Masters LamentDoctor.... My old friend... My worst enemy....
It was always supposed to end this way wasn't it?
A great war.... Losing so many that you cared about...
You lost your family, your home, and your companions..
You even lost your best friend...
But that's okay.
You're going to save the day.
You always do.
But you can't save everyone, Doctor...
Someone is always going to die, it's the rule of life.
But one cannot help but wonder why it has to be this way...
You finally found another Time Lord.... Only to learn that he was far too corrupt for you to save him.
And when you finally get through to him....
Doctor, my old friend...
As I lay here in your arms you know that I am dying...
You're begging me to regenerate, but I just can't, Doctor.
If I were to stay here, I would never be happy..
It would be pure hell for me...
Please, Doctor, don't be sad..
You'll meet others who will travel with you.
What's one sorry excuse for a Time Lord like me compared to the friendship of your Compa
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
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