The Forgotten Chapter 2 by LostElvenQueen, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Chapter 2
He awoke a short time later wondering why he felt like he had forgotten something more important than time itself but shrugged it off knowing he had to get back to the TARDIS and let Elaine and Humphrey know he was alright. He quickly made his way back to the TARDIS and opened the doors. "I'm back!" He called into the seemingly empty control room and Elaine quickly made her way out and smiled at him.
"The TARDIS is worried about what you choose to forget Doctor; she's very upset with you. I already know what you forgot and it's upsetting to say the least." Someone behind him said as she wobbled up to the main console looking vaguely distra
The Forgotten Chapter 1 by LostElvenQueen, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Chapter 1
PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Now he knew why Rose had said, "The Forgotten," when they left the TARDIS this morning hoping for a relaxing day with their friends and companions Elaine and Humphrey before going back to 21st century Earth so she could visit her brother and mother, as irritating as Eve was and is he would refuse his four month pregnant wife nothing. As he went through his plan again carefully he thinks of how thankful he is that she came back into his life because had he faced this monster before she waltzed into his life and tilted the universe back onto its proper axis, in his mind at least, he would have most likely jumped at
The moon, although full and bright, was half hidden by the dark oppressive clouds of the night. It was freezing and any sane person, or at least one without a good reason, would have long since returned to the warmth of their homes and the cheery lights that from her position on the hill were macabre reminders as to why she was here. Her breath hung in the air crystallized, frozen in the air, as she stood chilled to the bone, hidden in the tree line, the trees themselves looking like horrific monsters suited for only the worst of night terrors. She looked away from the grotesquely cheery lights of the town below and turned her head towards th
My heart is falling apart and I don't know why,
I'm falling to pieces.
This pressure in my chest,
Is it repressed emotions or repressed screams.
I want to cry and fight and scream, anything, everything, as long as something relieves this overwhelming pressure.
I want to find love but I'm held back by all that I am and all that I have yet to be,
I want to leave, to fly free to let the words flow like the blood in my veins, free, effortlessly, and just like it should.
I want everything to be as it should be not as it is, because it could be so much more.
I'll take the pain, I'll take the blame, just reach a hand out to me, take the hand
My body can't handle the pain,
My mind can't handle the screams of the fighting,
My body shakes from the force of holding in and remaining in my cocoon of silence when all I wish to do is scream.
I feel it rising in the back of my throat no escape lies in my sight, all to far, too long away.
No one to save me, no one who can save me, no way to even save myself.
I cannot bear to leave behind the ones here I must protect yet my mind, instincts, and body scream for me to flee in self preservation.
How can I run when I'm locked in a gilded cage, bound by chance, duty, responsibility, and love too tightly to ever fully spread my wings?
When
I found myself, not for the first time since I became pregnant, thinking about them. The Mothers that is. The year is 3029, and nowadays while we are the one's that carry children to term and give birth, we do not have to raise our children. They are given to beautiful, similar-looking, robots that most call the Mothers. Each mother is given a tattoo on her wrist that spreads as the years go by. The Mother is then thrown out once the tattoo reaches he shoulder. If they are found and taken in, wonderful, if not... Well, it's never pretty. I think back to my own childhood being raised by the Mothers and wonder, should I let them raise my preci
"I can't do this anymore, Zuko. I'm done. We're over," Katara said, sighing and putting her arms down in defeat. She walked out the door before Zuko had the chance to respond. He sighed and lowered his head quickly banishing the question, 'Where did I go wrong?'
We broke up, yeah, it's tough
Most guys would have been crushed
Wasting their time, wondering where they went wrong
No way, not me, hey, I'm doing just fine
I'm not afraid of moving on
"Hey Mai. It's been a while. Want to go out this Friday? I know this great restaurant in town," Zuko asked forcing a smile at his old childhood friend.
"What happened to you girlfriend?" Mai a
The Forgotten Chapter 2 by LostElvenQueen, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Chapter 2
He awoke a short time later wondering why he felt like he had forgotten something more important than time itself but shrugged it off knowing he had to get back to the TARDIS and let Elaine and Humphrey know he was alright. He quickly made his way back to the TARDIS and opened the doors. "I'm back!" He called into the seemingly empty control room and Elaine quickly made her way out and smiled at him.
"The TARDIS is worried about what you choose to forget Doctor; she's very upset with you. I already know what you forgot and it's upsetting to say the least." Someone behind him said as she wobbled up to the main console looking vaguely distra
The Forgotten Chapter 1 by LostElvenQueen, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Chapter 1
PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!
Now he knew why Rose had said, "The Forgotten," when they left the TARDIS this morning hoping for a relaxing day with their friends and companions Elaine and Humphrey before going back to 21st century Earth so she could visit her brother and mother, as irritating as Eve was and is he would refuse his four month pregnant wife nothing. As he went through his plan again carefully he thinks of how thankful he is that she came back into his life because had he faced this monster before she waltzed into his life and tilted the universe back onto its proper axis, in his mind at least, he would have most likely jumped at
The moon, although full and bright, was half hidden by the dark oppressive clouds of the night. It was freezing and any sane person, or at least one without a good reason, would have long since returned to the warmth of their homes and the cheery lights that from her position on the hill were macabre reminders as to why she was here. Her breath hung in the air crystallized, frozen in the air, as she stood chilled to the bone, hidden in the tree line, the trees themselves looking like horrific monsters suited for only the worst of night terrors. She looked away from the grotesquely cheery lights of the town below and turned her head towards th
My heart is falling apart and I don't know why,
I'm falling to pieces.
This pressure in my chest,
Is it repressed emotions or repressed screams.
I want to cry and fight and scream, anything, everything, as long as something relieves this overwhelming pressure.
I want to find love but I'm held back by all that I am and all that I have yet to be,
I want to leave, to fly free to let the words flow like the blood in my veins, free, effortlessly, and just like it should.
I want everything to be as it should be not as it is, because it could be so much more.
I'll take the pain, I'll take the blame, just reach a hand out to me, take the hand
My body can't handle the pain,
My mind can't handle the screams of the fighting,
My body shakes from the force of holding in and remaining in my cocoon of silence when all I wish to do is scream.
I feel it rising in the back of my throat no escape lies in my sight, all to far, too long away.
No one to save me, no one who can save me, no way to even save myself.
I cannot bear to leave behind the ones here I must protect yet my mind, instincts, and body scream for me to flee in self preservation.
How can I run when I'm locked in a gilded cage, bound by chance, duty, responsibility, and love too tightly to ever fully spread my wings?
When
I found myself, not for the first time since I became pregnant, thinking about them. The Mothers that is. The year is 3029, and nowadays while we are the one's that carry children to term and give birth, we do not have to raise our children. They are given to beautiful, similar-looking, robots that most call the Mothers. Each mother is given a tattoo on her wrist that spreads as the years go by. The Mother is then thrown out once the tattoo reaches he shoulder. If they are found and taken in, wonderful, if not... Well, it's never pretty. I think back to my own childhood being raised by the Mothers and wonder, should I let them raise my preci
"I can't do this anymore, Zuko. I'm done. We're over," Katara said, sighing and putting her arms down in defeat. She walked out the door before Zuko had the chance to respond. He sighed and lowered his head quickly banishing the question, 'Where did I go wrong?'
We broke up, yeah, it's tough
Most guys would have been crushed
Wasting their time, wondering where they went wrong
No way, not me, hey, I'm doing just fine
I'm not afraid of moving on
"Hey Mai. It's been a while. Want to go out this Friday? I know this great restaurant in town," Zuko asked forcing a smile at his old childhood friend.
"What happened to you girlfriend?" Mai a
Breathing, slowly.
Unshed tears building behind my eyes.
They will not fall.
No one shall ever hear my cries.
Silent screams behind my mouth
refusing to be heard.
The screams of my heart,
which was shot down like a bird.
The unspoken words,
on the tip of my tongue trying to speak out.
I may be mute,
but, in my head I shout.
Shouting for someone to hear my cries.
Shouting for someone to save me before everything dies.
These are my silent screams.
You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
Your childhood.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you r
The Forgotten Chapter 2 by LostElvenQueen, literature
Literature
The Forgotten Chapter 2
He awoke a short time later wondering why he felt like he had forgotten something more important than time itself but shrugged it off knowing he had to get back to the TARDIS and let Elaine and Humphrey know he was alright. He quickly made his way back to the TARDIS and opened the doors. "I'm back!" He called into the seemingly empty control room and Elaine quickly made her way out and smiled at him.
"The TARDIS is worried about what you choose to forget Doctor; she's very upset with you. I already know what you forgot and it's upsetting to say the least." Someone behind him said as she wobbled up to the main console looking vaguely distra
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Favourite Visual Artist
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Favourite Movies
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Favourite TV Shows
Bones, Covert Affairs, Suits, Necessary Roughness, Law and Order : SVU, NCIS, Criminal Minds, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Torchwood
So, I decided to watch Merlin, and I now ship Merthur and I am totally obsessed with this show. Also, I'm a little bit in love with Gaius. I don't care if he's 50 years older than me, there are moments when all I want to do is kiss him because of his awesome sense of humor.
Midterms suck.
On the upside I've been obsessed with watching Sherlock, Doctor Who, and Torchwood lately, usually in that order.
Gotta ton of new books I can't wait to read. I really need a bookshelf, I have way to many books lying about.
Thought of quite a few new stories. And fanfictions. The fanfics I probably won't write but they keep my mind amused and in constant contact with fluff as well as preventing the outbreak of new stories. So it all works I guess.
Still way to much drama that I can't escape in my life.
Discovered that I can actually like rap. If it's by certain artists.
Still don't understand the purpose of sleep. Still d
RAGERAGERAGERAGE! AH! I'm trying to find this AWESOME comic I've read but I can't remember what it was called. There was a red headed boy who had to move to get a job in the newspaper and it's in a city you can only enter at night and he gets jumped? by another dark skinned guy. I can't remember what it was called! TT^TT The style was very cartoon like and it was so AWESOME!