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Dr Who drabble
posted this over at dw100. First (finished) Doctor Who fic...
Title: Unexpected
Characters: Could be any, but I was thinking of Rose and 9/10
Length: 100
Rating: G
No Spoilers
Challenge: 147 "Ice and Snow"
( Unexpected ) -
Edinburgh Fog
This is not "little cat feet", nor London's pea soup.
This is clouds resting the night on our streets,
waking late in the morning, confused,
and slowly, dreamily making their way
back into the sky. -
(Untitled)
You are stones in my pockets,
weighing me down as I walk into the river.
Dragging me deeper, telling me
it will be warm like the womb.
You are pulling me under,
but I can't decide whether
to empty my pockets of you,
and live, lonely,
or drown, listening
to my whispering stones. -
(Untitled)
In the Labrynthe
without my ball of string.
there is no minator here,
except of my own making
besies, they might know the way.
some direction is called for,
out or inward, either would be fine.
I cannot see over the walls,
and no Ariadne string to guide me. -
More from the Terrible Trio
They're beginning to take over! Ack! ;)
"You do have a house other than this, don't you ( Read more... ) -
Story Snippet
Just a little something, tied to an old something and adapting it a bit.
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stream of thought 3-19
Boxes inside boxes ( Read more... ) -
A poem dedicated to the corporate church across the street
Justification for a Trespass ( Read more... ) -
Once upon a time...
I was co-writing a story with a friend of mine, Will, about two very strange, born-of-D&D individuals. We used to concoct chapters while walking to rehersals for Angels in America. I miss that collaboration, sharing a dynamic story with someone else. RPGs like the Floo Network and Firan are similar, but no the same. I miss it, particularly because ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
Judge the angle. Shift.
Judge the angle again.
Where is the sun?
Where are your feet?
Where is you head;
don't lose it in over-thinking.
Forward, back, foward.
Forward again.
Try to think of nothing,
calculating the angles
and potential energy in a parry.
Feet.
Hands.
Head.
All or nothing:
fight!
( and randomness )