Doctor Whosical the Musical: Doctor vs. Master by Ghostpaint1, literature
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Doctor Whosical the Musical: Doctor vs. Master
[spoken] Doctor: Master! I challenge you to psychic combat. Master: And why should I agree to that, Doctor? Doctor: Why else? To prove you’re the mental giant around here. Master: True. I accept! Doctor: Galactic laws of psychic combat apply? Only to humiliate, never to harm? Master: Don’t be so naïve, Doctor. There are no rules here, and I’m afraid you’ve outgrown your novelty. Today is the day you die. Doctor: So be it. Master: But by all means, you can feel free to follow the rules. Doctor: No, you’re right. No more games. We’re the last of our kind. But I can’t let you continue doing what you’re doing. Master: So what will it be then, Doctor? Doctor: Rehabilitation. The best of the Time Lords will live on through us. Only the best. Master: You haven’t won yet, Doctor. Let us begin! [sung] Master: So it finally comes down to this, Two foes in a battle of mind. Well I promise that you won’t be missed, When I am the last Lord of Time. Doctor: I have no quarrel with you. I’d
Lookig from the Corner by SebThePsycho, literature
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Lookig from the Corner
The noise keeps rising… Their bodies swinging Sweat spilling to the floor Their voices euphoric The smoke filling their lungs One look around Lips connected to tongues The sickening movement of their shapes… Intoxicated voices ring with laughter The shadows cling to the walls with the red light… The feeling of expecting hands that run through their skins… Eyes reflecting the intermittent colors of multicolored lights The never stopping excitement permeates the air… Sitting in a corner the broken one stares… Mimicking the humans Breathing the scent of those moving shapes The lonely world of those that no longer hope… Experiencing life through those that are still alive.
The wind is howling while the blade falls Skin cut open by its sharp edge Feeling the cold bite of steel, slowly ripping its way Hot liquid starts pouring painting the skin of red Deliberate breaths... slowly in, slowly out Snow begins to cover the earth Light begins to wane... Blood rushing out to stain the white Pain numbed by the cold Snowflakes disturbing the stillness of winter Music played by the erratic heartbeat fills the ears like drums Shivers run through the body While the metal saws its way in Muffled screams start issuing from the mouth with lingering laments With every movement of the hands comes a tremor Tears fall from the eyes, directly into the wound Desperation… Pain ignites the desire to finish With hypnotic whispers he repeats… Cut it off… don’t stop…don’t let it keep beating Hopelessness fills the space, as the pointy end stabs deep into that which once made me so happy.
I guess it all started when he left, not that I have a specific date, but I can point at the beginning of it. I remember the silence, so pronounced you could hear the blade falling and cutting through my skin... ten, a hundred... a thousand cuts all open, all bleeding. And yet there was silence, I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, "why? What have I done? Is this what I deserve?” Wherever I walked, pieces were falling, buildings cracking under the weight, windows being shattered on my way, trees were falling everywhere, the city, once filled with laughter, was quiet. I walked around witnessing destruction, but the people around me continued as if nothing happened, I wanted to shake them, to ask them “why aren’t you running? Why aren’t you yelling?” But it was only my world that was being destroyed. It tore my heart, it was like an explosion, a supernova igniting in my chest. It ran through my veins, I felt the pulsing of the magma burning everything in its path, I was shaking while
Memories are returning,
Some seem to be burning.
Living life without a goal,
I have lost you as my whole.
We were together, you and I
But now it is only my as in I.
I, lost and forgotten,
Have you not seen this often?
Two steps forwards, three steps back
It sounds like a bad music track.
But a music track spins and slows,
My life, will just grow old.
I don't remember when the shadows entered me; if they were always there, or found their way in. They are the demons I battle every day. With or without constant support, they will always linger in the back ground – waiting for the time to escape and strike. Hungry beasts, they feed on my emotions; but I am determined to starve them. Their guttural snarls can be heard with every whiff they take of my mind. With each whiff, I fear the release from the prison in which they are bound. Their teeth snip at my heels, keeping me on my toes.
Everyday, I maneuver through life's pitch, trying to keep my head above the surface of the darkness. My
Devil in the Dark
The monster in the corner of the jail cell wasn’t moving. It’s eyes were two emotionless silver flecks in a blanket of shadow. Scary and silent. Hollowed and haunted. Ancient beyond words. The rest was hard to make out in the darkness. The creature was definitely large and twisted. It appeared to have wings which were scaled. It’s face seeming animalistic, but strangely human.
Anna Isabel Asau had been down here for days. Possibly weeks. Possibly longer. It was all a blur now. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she completely lost control of reality. Before what was left of her sani
SWAT Kats Season One Episode 7 by willyoudieforme, literature
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SWAT Kats Season One Episode 7
SWAT KATS Season One
Episode 7 – Crush the Bound – Part 2
10 YEARS INTO THE FUTURE
Day/Sandstorm/Cave
Strong winds carry the sands with high speed. Their sound is enough to make anyone scared. It’s the sound of death. A few refugee cats are hiding inside a cave near a small water pound. Dr. Infinity is there too. Two of his watches are broken. Only the red one is working. He looks at the raging storm outside the cave
Dr. Infinity:
The storm is calming down. We might get a chance to move and search for a new hiding place.
Female Cat #1:
Are you insane? We have water here, why would we need to risk our lives again outsid
NotM RP#10 - Lissy and Eile by MagicalJoey, literature
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NotM RP#10 - Lissy and Eile
The ship was huge. Much larger than Eile had imagined, which wasn't surprising considering she had always lived in narrow spaces. Her own restaurant couldn't hold more than a single solitary table for customers to sit in. But that didn't matter. Now, she was living the dream! “Oh, I wonder...” she approached a door she had not yet explored. Of course, she needed to know the ship before feeling completely at home, and her curiosity was as extensive as her passion for recipes. Yet, curiosity was not always something convenient. When she opened the heavy wooden door, she ship jerked and she fell inwards, making her land inside a crat
(This is a script written for a class, hence the format)
INT: KITCHEN
A typical suburban kitchen, camera situated at one end facing slightly down, as if at on the ceiling against the wall. There is a wooden table in the center, a fridge, a counter with a sink, and a window on the right, and a doorway on the left. The walls are white washed with pictures of the family on them.
A family of four sits at the table, eating breakfast. JORDON, late 30s, fit, clean cut, shaven, and in a pressed suit, is seated facing away from the camera. MARIE, late 30s, attractive, and wearing a dress, is facing him. The children, JESSICA, aged 13, and BEN, ag