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Strange goings on...When the Doctor woke up, he felt rather dazed and confused, head thumping slightly, and not remembering what happened... He'd brought the TARDIS... somewhere... but what happened next, he had no idea... nor did he know where he was... he looked around... he was curled up somewhere beneath a tree by the looks of it, with vast planes around him... and lots of creatures of various size wandering around, slightly blurry... He needed a little more time to adjust, obviously... well, it was about time he started to try to get up and work out what was going on.
It was only when he started to get to his feet that he realised there was something very wrong... He couldn't stand up like normal at all, on all fours was much more comfortable... Well that was... peculiar... And when he tried to speak, it came out as a roar (albeit one that he understood, seeing as he was the one saying it...)
"What?!" he roared, confusion setting in, trying to examine himself, but finding his head didn't move as well
I love you...I love you
Three words so simple
So simple to say,
Again and again
But to mean then as well
With all your heart -
It's almost as if it's too easy
Repeating until they're worn out, dead
Meaningless through repetition
Just words, nothing more
A matter of habit...
But never when I say them to you...
When I say them to you
It's from the depths of my heart
And every repetition brings more meaning
I'll say it again and again
So you'll always know
Always know that I love you so
Every moment is you
Together or apart
You're all I want
Forever in my heart
I mean every word I say,
And I want you forever
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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