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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
Something Alien about Love Part 3
Battle woke up a few minutes later laying on a floral printed sofa in a living decorated with basic old lady stuff. He tried to sit up but he had a throbbing head ache so he laid back down. The lady walked in about a minute later and was surprised he was awake.
“Oh you woke very fast it’s only been 30 minutes” She smiled. Battle stared at her blankly and confused just waiting for her to explain why he was here. “Well anyways E.1. Welcome to your new home. I’ll show you around in a bit but first I have to go pick up the others from school.” Her perky voice was not very amusing it was more annoying to Battle especially with a head ache. He kind of got an answer from that sentence before she walked out of the door but also Battle thought it was strange that he was alone. He thought for a second then he heard a noise from upstairs and realized maybe there was someone else in the house and being the curious person he is he ignored his head ache and went t
Something Alien About Love Part 2
Battle may appeared zombie-like as he grabbed the paper out of his backpack but his mind was very much active. “What am I doing in Tennessee? I know I got what the humans call a country accent but I ain’t country. I’ve never even tried fried chicken or watch football.” He stood holding the paper in front of him just going on and on inside his mind. “Y’all understand me right I’m mean I think I prefer Arizona. Of course you do but you are looking at me like I’m an idiot again dang I hate that” he thought then started growling.
“Um E.1. Are you ok?” She asked after grabbing the paper from his hand. Battle nodded slightly to notify them he understood but he was busy inside his mind. “Ok just get in the car behind me and we will take you where you need to be.” She smiled and Battle nodded once again. He stumbled slowly to the car, opened the door of the back seat and climbed in. He slammed the door of the car har
Something Alien About Love part 1
It has been almost a year since Battle was placed in high security lock down at E.E.C but today the new head scientist Gabe Blinder has decided to let him free. Most of the others disagree with his decision because they think Battle is too unstable to live outside of the E.E.C building so he has a plan. In another state there is another E.E.C town where extraterrestrials live if they cannot return to their home planet.
“Ok E.1. It’s time to go” Dr. Blinder opened the sealed door to the chamber they kept battle in.
Battle looked at him blankly and being unable to communicate with Dr. Blinder made him look mindless to him. “Yeah um come on” Dr. Blinder was always freaked out by Battle’s blank stare. Battle stumbled out of the door a bit nervous on where he was going. Dr. Blinder took Battle to the testing room first to make sure all his chemicals they gave him were stable then they gave him new clothes which made him a little less worried b
Sol.Terra - Episode 2.12 The Originals (Part 2)Pia grappled with the unfamiliar ship’s steering for a few minute,s before getting it under control. She was not sure what make or model the ship was, or even what planet it was from. She guessed Lutor, based on the clean, glass-like style of the console.
She had put Rylla’s ship into manual drive, and the console had presented her with two palm-sized half spheres. She lay a hand over each one, and after a few erratic turns, she worked out that they controlled one thruster each. After that, she managed to get a feel for the handling, and guided the cruiser around to the battle zone that existed between the station and the gate. She saw the scouts twisting and crashing through the space with Arichaea’s ship darting between them.
Flashes from the Vanguarder ship’s guns briefly lit up both its hull, and the scouts nearest. However, it was not dark. Despite being hundreds of thousands of kilometers away, Illystari’s brilliance made harsh silhouettes of the sco
Incarnations, Incantations and Inspiration
The Rotcod Brothers were enjoying a Saturday afternoon free from parents and control, when there was an interruption. But it was a pleasant interruption, one of those which begin like trifles and end up in adventures. And everybody knew that Eccly, Tenny, Handy, Smithy and Cappy loved them.
"Little bros!" Mytrice Allebloo called from downstairs. She was their eighteen-year-old sister, and not a busybody like some of that folk - she enjoyed "getting into trouble" (and out of it too) as well. "Rotcods assemble!"
The boys obeyed, having done this into different ways: Eccly slid down the peril, Tenny and Handy rolled down the stairs (as they usually did when their work was interfered), Smithy covered the stairs in three jumps, and Cappy appeared to be the least lucky - he counted them with his bottom from the start. Thank goodness the stairs were covered with a carpet.
"Next time when I say 'Rotcods assemble', be so kind to pay attention
ZP Mission 8Xena was not happy to be here. The scent of ash clogged her nose and GG agents where everywhere. Two cars had passed their hiding spot already, making Xena worried that their mission would fail before it even began. Akira had to reassure her ever five minutes, with a light shoulder touch. It didn’t matter to Xena that she was in Symbiote form, the comfort was all the same. “It will be alright.” She said, despite it being in the middle of the night it didn’t look like the GG where going to drop their security around the burned down church. Xena relaxed and sat back down. Obviously the cover of night would not work and they where going to need to find another way in. Other Harmony members where already putting thir plans into action making it easier for Akira and Xena to slip to the other side of the street.
Xena wasn’t surprised when Akira moved with purpose, obviously having a backup plan in mind. Xena, knowing her girlfriend very well, wasn’t surpri
Legends of the Silk Meadow Sanctuary: Chapter 5 Once again, Silver found himself with a fist in his face and his face on the floor. Ace, the tiger wolf spider hybrid had swiped Silver from Spinner’s web had freed him of the skintight silk wrappings and observed him secretly. Downhearted and angered, Silver unknowingly almost injured Ace. Trying to walk away without the slightest gratitude or apology, Silver had angered his liberator and donned his hand wraps once again. However, the wolf bat’s heart wasn’t in the fight where he felt most at home, he fought only with rage, needless to say this merely served against him.
Ace had defeated the Welsh wolf bat, and taking advantage of his weakened state, began to cocoon him. Ace spread his silk over Silver’s lips, eyes and body and firmly encased them in his silk. But Ace was not satisfied with merely keeping Silver immobile. On the contrary, his spinnerets were merciless as he thickly layered the wolf bat without the slightest leniency,
Mission 003 - SparringFull Title: Mission 003 - Sparring
Genre: Fiction – Sci-Fi
Universe: Decepticon-Nation combined 'verse
Main Character(s): Nighthawk, Steamcharger
Secondary Character(s): N/A
Rolling his shoulders back, Nighthawk entered the training hall with long, swift strides. He knew the designation of his partner, but hadn't a clue what the other mech even looked like. Flexing his talons and scanning the room carefully, he awaited his opponent's imminent arrival. He could only hope that he would stand a chance against this Steamcharger; he was built for speed, not strength, and some of the recruits were known to be quite large.
It was a few cycles before the mech in question finally entered, subspacing a datapad he'd been reading. Scanning around for his 'partner,' it didn't take him lo
Message to the Queen of Eden 65 Million Years BCMy Queen, oh great Suhad of Solonai, daughter of the great prime minister Akaerah of Solonai, hear the words of your humble servant, Atekos. I have brought word unto you of terrible bloodshed and upheaval that have now feaster like a plague that engulfs our lands while the savage, barbarian tribes of the Lombardi, Aerugi, and Germanicans, united under a single banner by the one they called the Mother Goddess Terra, continue to pillage and rape everything in their ruinous path. They have burnt our crops, slaughtered our sons and fathers, violated and impale our women, beheaded our elders and slaves, and sold our daughters in chains to foreign lands full of depravity and pestilence. Ye, the gods have become infuriated at us for such a humiliating defeat at the hands of tyrant who has now savagely butchered about twenty million souls, both Edanians and slaves alike, and will continue to do so in their mad rampage into the heart of our blessed kingdom of Eden. Yet we have but one option if
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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