I'll Have Her Bones - Ch 1The alleyway was dark and cold, the tepid light from a nearby streetlamp collecting in the pools of stagnant water. The brick was rough, the reddish color barely masking the faint traces of blood.She crouched down by some rubbish heaps, shivering. Her eyes were red, her knuckles white as she clutched her thin, scratched arms to herself. She breathed with difficulty, her teeth chattering.Something moved in the dark recesses of the alley.She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She forced her weakened body to remain perfectly still. She couldn't let him find her again.Four steps on the wet pavement.She shut her eyes, fighting back a whimper.Four more steps. Closer and closer.She tightened her hold on her mouth as a dark figure came into view."Fee-fi-fo-fum," the figure said in a low, smooth tone.Her eyes widened."I smell the blood of an young woman
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The Itsy Bitsy TARDISThe itsy bitsy TARDIS went through the temporal riftThen came the cracks and pushed the box adriftIn came the Doctor and sealed up all the cracksAnd the itsy bitsy TARDIS travelled again at last.
FairytaleThe room was full of sunlight. Amy Pond sat cross-legged on a well-worn blue rug, her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, her face soft and calm as she smiled.Her daughter's hair was full of light, the soft curls so close to Amy's face she could smell the faint scent of baby shampoo. Melody looked up at her mother expectantly. Amy wrinkled her nose jokingly and opened the blue book."The prince was a wonderful being, his love so big that he needed two hearts just to hold it all," she read, her voice quiet in the nursery. "He made friends wherever he went, and he went everywhere on his quests. He was a different sort of prince, though. Instead of looking for treasure, he was looking to set wrongs right, to stop injustice.""Like Batman?" Melody interrupted, looking up at her mother.Amy smiled, thinking of what the Doctor would have to say about that. "Yeah, something like that," she said."Does he have sid
Strong EnoughHe could still feel her in his arms.Rory turned over in the bed that he shared with his wife, the tiny lights on the ceiling softly illuminating her face. She had finally fallen asleep, her cheeks streaked with dry tears. He softly stroked her cheek, careful to not wake her, then yawned and turned onto his back.At least the Doctor had finally given them a bed built for two, horizontally-speaking. Bunk beds weren't exactly built for married couples.Above him, the ceiling's tiny bulbs were arranged into constellations and galaxies, drifting slowly across the ceiling, propelled by alien technology that he would probably never understand.There were many things that he would never understand.Like how he had ever become a Roman centurion.Like how he had ever let Amy down.Like how he had let their daughter be taken away from them.Rory lay on his back, his eyes dry. He had cried enough. There was no more time for that. H
(almost) like being in loveby the time you begin to miss her,she'll already be lost.she is breathing like woodwind, plucking stray hairs like harp-strings-but no melody is sung; and no melody is heard.you played hard-to-get with the porcelain girl,as wisps of her neglected words haemorrhage,swallowed down by deaf ears.you wanted a chase;but she's been caught before you've begun,and now she's choking back her tears to know she's not alone,as you bite through the ribbons and lick the innocence awayfrom the girl that's just pretty enough,before she's forgotten, completely.
Letting GoWhen everything that could possibly be saidHas been spoken,Our mouths have smiled, our eyes have cried,And hearts have been broken,What is there left to doBut just walk awayWhen all that's left of something so complexIs simply naught but pain?Life goes on.We grow and change,But something deep within remains,So how can it beThat these times have goneWhen once upon a time you were the one?But then did you ever really forseeAn ending other than this?Maybe in another lifeWe could've watched a sunsetUnder a tree in each other's armsSharing our first kiss.Maybe it could once have been that wayOr maybe it was never to be,But I hope you never in your life forgetHow dear you are to me.
They say it gets easier.They say it gets easier.They say lots of things.How could I possibly forget about you?You.The one person who knows me completely.You.The one person who would never betray me.You.The one person who smiles and sets me free.How can time heal these wounds?When each minute is a red, hot brandReminding me of the feel of your hand.When every day is another empty roomAnd I'm losing track of the hours in this tomb.Time becomes my eternal prison.How can I go on without you?I'm flying blind without you.I'm deaf, dumb, and dead without you.I'm putting a gun against my head,And pulling the trigger without you.They say it gets easier.They say lots of things.
Make it rainFeel the hurt,Feel the pain.Let it go,And make it rain.Caressed by subtle lips,And liquid finger tips.Our cheeks brush,Its more than enough.But then she's lost.Consumed by the now,Restrained by the thenAnd overwhelmed by what's to come.Sleeping fear and waking dread.Monsters hiding under your bed.Twisting turns, squirming threads,Dancing lights throughout your head.You must be willing to risk it all,Standing strong to watch it fall.I'll grab your hand through all the pain,And pull you out as I make it rain.
The Starting PointYou and IKeep running in circles,Fighting to not sayThose words first.We don't just dodgeAnswering questions,We dodge asking them.It's not likeThe two of usDon't have enoughTo talk about,But rather, too much.When you're crazyAbout someone,Where do you start?
Little Troll MoffatLittle Troll MoffatAlways did profitBy trolling each SaturdaySometimes a writerAlways the winderOf plots with such mastery