Doctor Who Quote 12
Doctor: They don't exist when their being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock, no choice it's a fact of their biology.
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Doctor: They don't exist when their being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock, no choice it's a fact of their biology.
Intro: This is draft of a story I'm currently working on. Please dont mind typos and gramatic errors.
This chaotic rain keeps on falling. It hurts me, I'm one big bruise I'm down on my knees, crawling. Inside me, a bomb, ignite the fuse. Run me over with a car. Or with a speeding train.
Spots like raindrops lined with black, Falling softly on her glimmering back, Muscles ripple beneath golden hide, Dappled light falling from sunrise, A living work of art, wonderful, seldom...
I heard the shout again. Illegible but.... Human. Definitely human. My mind buzzed, I felt my jaw drop at the thought. But I was alone, my head said, no one else survived the plane crash...
I'm breaking in waves. Tides come and go but I still remain. Hit by the rhythm that pushes and pulls. The moon shines a laugh as I stumble. Feeling around for solid ground.
#movement A rumble. Soft at first but growing louder, and quickly too. I turn. I see it. Wave upon wave of pristine ghostly white snow sliding toward me.
A bird can't be in a cage It will keep on existing But die at young age Try take the bird away It will cry It will beg to stay It imprisons despite will No dreams allowed This place, it's in for...
I sat downstairs with Gavin in our room. It was still raining and Gavin's parents were upstairs waiting out the storm so we could continue sailing again.
Jag har sedan många år varit fascinerad av post-apokalyptisk litteratur och film. Den första boken jag läste i den genren var Pestens Tid (The Stand) av Stephen King som sen följdes av bl.a.
Filthy holes in my shoes,. There are ladders in my tights,. Tears in skirt is old news,. As well as blood filled bites,. Glass filled hands are bleeding,. But freezing in the snow,.
Careful. Don't - breathe - Don't - even - blink. The aquamarine water shimmered slightly as I reposition a leg that is starting to cramp. I cursed the ripples it made. Come on... Come on...
Last year the Internet crashed. It is the 7th December 2015, about ten o'clock at night. I walk through the highstreet of my little town. There is the old bookies, window smashed in.
Icy cold, Take me alive. Kill me with, Your dagger of ice. Snowdrifts build up, I watch my breath crystallize. Death will be upon me When I close my eyes.
Shooting stars kissed the skyline I remember..... With your hand held in mine I remember..... Our hearts beating as one I remember.....
After the rouges agreed to work with wolves he ran east into the forest and we followed, after 30 minutes we came to a large cabin in a clearing.
When i remembered what had happened that morning, I had woken up in hospital. It must have been night time because Josh was sleeping beside me. He was untouched, just a few cuts and bruises.
You reflect me as I once was. Lost at the crossroads that you decide on. Nothing seems familiar to the left. Right looks dark with a path towards death.
Night sapphires,. Day emeralds,. In between worlds. Reaching for diamonds,. Embedded with rhinestones,. Ruins of rubies & jewels,. Crushed into glittering dust,. Tarnished crown.
You run, run blindly as you trip and stumble over sticks, branches and roots in the darkened confusion. Slip and slide over foliage from trees. But you don't care anymore, you just have to run.
Here I am. Just me alone. A wall stands there before me. It is as white as a fresh blanket of snow on a cold morning during the winter months.
My feet move between realms, a dust-ridden, moss-cloaked path. My feet move me onwards, never backwards, never looking at the past. My eyes search the light, the crisp edge of shadows that glitters.
Sometimes I cry ,"They aren't real. They are just dreams, not reality. Only dreams." Thats all I do. Dream.
As I hide from the enemy I think why do I fight. Our world is in ruins from 50 years of war, I want to give up but I will let my family and humanity down.