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The Time Lord's Lament
I'm the last.
I've accepted it. I understood, I promised myself I wouldn't let anything in again.
The Time War. It's over. I ended it.
Such a disappointment. The Doctor. Always running away.
I regenerated. And I ran. No time to see how I look, no time to rest. I need to run. I need to escape. The skies on fire. The screaming.
I ended it.
I'm the last.
Then she came. All sass and wonder and it was all right to be the last. Because she was there.
Then she was gone.
She dropped out of the universe. Out of my life.
Left me alone.
I'm the last.
I accepted it. I knew it. I swore by it. No use lying.
But then how can he be here?
I'm not the last anymore.
Why won't he regenerate?
Why is he laughing?
The Time War takes one more victim.
I am the last. I will always be the last.
Sometimes, in my dreams, I see it. Those burnt orange skies. Those fields of red grass. The Citadel of the Time Lords. The mountains that hit the horizon.
The last one who remembers.
The last o
And He Never Stops RunningThe lonely god
The very last of his kind.
Never could leave well enough alone.
Didn't dare interfere
Unless a child was crying.
Never could leave something unfixed.
An endless journey
But every song must end.
Never could stop to feel pain.
You think it will last forever
You can't outrun the clock
Everyone knows that everyone dies
But just this once, everybody lives.
Doesn't dare look back.
He's always all right
One million miles an hour
Any where, any when
Never stops to breathe
Never stops to cry
Til the end of time.
The Magic Man"He's magic, mum."
Susan Hampton looked up from her cell phone and said, "Not now, Abbie. I'm trying to win this game. Go play."
"But, mum! Look. He's dressed all funny." Abbie pointed across the park at the man wandering around by the trees. He was wearing a tweed jacket, braces, and a red bowtie.
"I see that, dear." Susan didn't look up.
"And he pointed a magic wand at something. He's a wizard!"
Susan sighed. "Abbie, please. Go play."
Abbie reluctantly left her mother's side, still watching the wizard from across the park. He caught her eye and waved. She looked at the ground quickly.
He had to be a wizard.
The wizard continued to weave around the perimeter of the park, occasionally waving around his magic wand. At one point, he looked very excited and started to run toward a trash can, only to stop mid-stride, fall over, and go the other way at a walk.
Abbie watched all of this from beneath her fringe as she sat in the sandbox pretending to play. The wizard smiled at her when he wal
A Noble Heart
We used to be
Saviors of the universe,
Partners in crime.
Now I'm just a
In your head,
Like a dream, barely there
Just a ghost, nothing more
And that's how it has to be
But it cannot be denied,
You were better when you were with me.
You reminded me
That I might just need someone
To stop me.
And I showed you
That there is someone wonderful
The most important person
In the universe
And you can't remember it
But I can.
For only a moment, you were
The most important person
In the universe
And you still are
Doctor Who: Pieces of You- 2"Doctor! We're going to crash!"
"No we're not! Just keep pressing that button!"
Donna shrieked as the TARDIS catapulted through the vortex with alarming speed. The Doctor was frantically scampering around the console, his hair in his eyes and his bow tie askew.
"Doctor, what's going onOW! Oh for the love of all that is holy!" Donna bellowed, falling sideways onto the floor with a thunk.
"Donna? Donna!" The Doctor dropped beside her. "Sorry, I don't know what all that was about, but we've stopped."
"Yeah, I can feel that. My head's still throbbing." Donna sat up and winced. "Where are we?"
The Doctor shrugged. "Dunno. Somewhere."
"Oh, that's clever, that is. Did you figure that out on your own?"
He stuck out his tongue. "I'm not going to help you up with that kind of attitude, Miss Noble."
Donna grumbled and stuck out her hand. "Go on then."
He helped her to her feet with a grin. "Let's see what awaits outside, eh?"
"Probably some slimy monster set on digesting us," Donna sighed.
Doctor Who: Pieces of You- 1It was far past one in the morning when Crispin finally staggered through the front door, stumbling into the foyer with all the grace of a wounded hyena. He was holding something under his coat, and a faint glow emanated from the bulge.
Crispin made his way to the living room, where a table had been cleared off and covered in a white tablecloth. He finally collapsed over the table, and the heavy object he was hiding fell into the center.
It was an orb of blueish light, pulsing with veins of purple and green, like threads of fluorescent wire. It was roughly the size of a bowling ball, and much heavier, because Crispin was panting for breath from the effort.
It had been worth it, though, to get this orb. Crispin smiled even as he felt the blistering pain in his chest where the thing had pressed too hard into his flesh. It was very hot.
"Now..." he said, his eyes watering as he stared directly into the fiery glow. "Finally, I have the power. He... he will be so proud of me."
"And I am pro
Misguided Ghosts: Chapter SixDonna squinted in the bright light of the courtroom and her hand fumbled for the Doctor's. He squeezed her fingers. "I'm still here."
They made their way to the witness stand, and Donna looked up at the judge, his dark eyes and beaky mouth stern. She swallowed.
The Doctor straightened his bow tie nervously. The judge said loudly, "The court recognizes the accused. Please state your names."
"Um, Donna Noble," Donna said hoarsely. The Doctor smoothed his hair back and said after a long, awkward pause, "John. Uh, Smith."
The judge nodded curtly. "John Smith and Donna Noble, please state your defense to this court on behalf of the Doctor, sworn enemy of the Great Kalstha."
Donna looked at the Doctor.
The Doctor looked at Donna.
He smiled. She frowned. Then, she spoke. "Um, hello."
The sea of black-clad Barcelonians stared coldly up at her.
"Um. Me and, er, John here... we weren't affiliated with the Doctor when he came to your planet. We had no idea that he had done this... this terribl
Sorry, Sorry, Dropped It XPSorry, sorry, dropped it.
Hello StoneHenge! Who takes the Pandorica, takes the universe.
But, bad news everyone, cause GUESS WHO? Ha!
Except you lot, you're all whizzing about, it's really very distracting, could you all just stay still a minute because I AM TALKING!
Now the question of the hour is 'Who's got the Pandorica?' Answser. I do. Next question. 'Who's coming to take it from me?'
COME ON! LOOK AT ME!
No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh and something else I don't have. Anything. To. Lose. So. If you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceships with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica TONIGHT, just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you, and then, AND THEN! Do the smart thing!!
Let somebody else try first.
The Doctor and You 2
You are cramped, too warm, blind, and it feels like your heart will never slow down. It's been in your throat for as long as you can remember, and you are sure they can hear you.
They are everywhere. And the one alien you need right then is nowhere to be seen.
Another one goes gliding silently by you, and despite the heat, you feel an aching cold pass through your stomach and you curl up even tighter, trying to disappear.
Where could he be? He promised to keep you safe. "I would take a bullet for you." He had said, holding your hand to his chest. "I really would. Both hearts. You're going to be fine. I'm going to get you out of here."
That's what he said before they dragged him away. And you would be worried about him, except the creatures have been whispering, and panicking about an escaped prisoner, and you can still understand them. So he is alive. Free. Conscious. Alright.
So why hasn't he come for you already?
And why haven't they found you yet? It's not like y
It's like eating something after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes weird and different. Water tastes a bit coarser and grapes are sourer. You see the world in a whole different light; you think a different way. You're not you.
You'd think that after so many time that I would get used to this. Yeah, me too. But if you've ever nearly died then you'll know that the feeling haunts you always. It's the feeling of something being pushed to the back of your mind. You used to wear a stick of celery, but that's just a story now. You used to tweet away on your recorder. The musical instrument has just been collecting dust somewhere in the depths of TARDIS.
Everything about me changes, and I'm not me anymore. I can pretend, but it doesn't feel the same. I may not even like the same people anymore. Maybe I'll fancy a pear sometime soon.
It's the fear. The fear of change and oblivion because I think I'll forget. I'll forget my family, my planet, that burning sky. I'll forget the friends I've m
D.W script scene 1[scene opens in a strange place. It's not quite dark and it's not quite light either. It's some sort of hospital ward by the looks of things, but it's old and slowly decaying, like an old human; weak but still standing. It's cold though, un-loved and un-used as if all the life has been slowly drained from it. There's still a little left; it ebbs and trickles in the bricks, but they're more like drops of tears than drops of blood.
We walk down the corridor, inspecting a few rooms as we do so. As we walk, images flash before us. They are of a woman's arm, a syringe of transparent fluid and an injection being given. There is also a mouth, gasping but smiling as the drug takes effect, and then laughter. These images last no more than an eye blink and are gone as soon as they are imprinted in our heads. They seem to be leading us to something. Curious, we shall follow. There are no bodies in any of the rooms, just crumples of clothes on the pillows or a discarded gossip magazine on a visito
The DW Writer-Friendly MemeThe Doctor Who Writer Friendly Meme
1. Hello fellow Whovian! You can start by telling how long you have been watching Doctor Who.
2. Which Doctor is your fave? Wait, wait...let me guess...it's the Tenth.
3. And which Doctor do you find yourself writing about the most?
4. Now for the Doctor's much loved group of companions. Which one gets you all excited?
5. And which one do you write about the most?
6. Now for the antagonists. Who's your favourite alien or enemy?
7. Which one is the best to write about? Have you invented any of your own? Do share!
8. The writers are the story behind the show. Which one, past or present, is your favourite?
9. And which story do you think was written the best?
10. We can't forget the spin-offs! Which ones do you watch?
Great to hear the opinions of other who-fanatics! Thanks for sharing!
Preface: The End
Peril. The Doctor had heard the word many times before, he had even taken part in creating it, but never before had the Doctor ever really thought about its definition.
Loss. Destruction. Grave risk. Jeopardy. Danger.
Now, with his daughter dying at his side and a piece of shrapnel digging into his skin, dangerously close to one of his hearts, the Doctor knew the meaning of the word only too well. He had tried to save everyone, to keep them all safe, but only now was the Doctor realizing that it would be impossible to continue his balancing act between preserving the universe and protecting it. Everything comes to and end. He knew that better than anyone.
But it was all to be expected. When time was constantly breathes down your neck, sometimes its easy to lose track of things. Constant running can make someone into the most oblivious person in the world when they should be the one paying the most attention. This is when legends begin to have more truth in them than th
Chasing Dreams - Chapter 1Chasing Dreams
Chapter 1 - 67%
The early afternoon sun streamed softly through her window, peaceful and warm, making her feel sleepy and nostalgic as she sat at her desk. The hazy glow made the spreadsheets on her computer seem farther away and less urgent as she stirred her tea, opting for daydreams over accounting. Sarah sighed happily as she leaned back in her chair admiring the view of her courtyard.
It was a little slice of fairy tale a botanist's dream. Scattered about the courtyard were containers of every shape and size, home to an abundance of herbs: chamomile for sleep and meditation, hibiscus for love and protection, jasmine for prophetic dreams, among others. They were a marketing ploy, for the most part. The real magic stood regally in the center, its roots extending deep into the soil, spreading radially outward underneath the house that surrounded it, its leaves glittering in the sunlight. Prunus persica - a peach tree
A Twisted, Looping ProminenceAt the edge of the universe
Blistering in oblivion
He waits, watching the turn
Of Time and Space.
Shaking the stardust
From his sails
He boards his ship
And stands at the prow
Of his mighty vessel.
The fire of a thousand suns
Burns in his hearts
And the waking of a million days
Echoes in his lonely eyes.
The last great warrior
Defender of the Universe
The blood of his enemies thick
On his hands.
The one true hero
Rescuer of maidens
Knight amongst men
Savior of worlds.
He is all of them.
The Time Lord,
From his broken throne.
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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