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quattrain.The air is too heavy to breathequattrain. by 91816119
it swirls, uncatchable
sinks to its knees like fog
whispering its way over the tarmac
watermarks on the bedposts
footsteps crumbling away
rotting under the star-spangled sky
light fumbling its way
around the edges of the curtains
hurricane gales left it sprawling
glass rattling, nights turning
Crouched between gutters
grey with longing
bleak movements in the darkness
birds setting flight paths
across the fenland
tapestries of meadow,
hulled from the waterways
half-drenched in the morning sunlight
chiffon, dew-speckled, a gift
a final resting place.
The cold hard riverbed
hollow voices rough to the touch
the bitter aftertaste
interlaced with sandstone
breakable heights in cold rooms
stolen from the ocean itself,
a network of pins and struts
like knitting needles in the muscle.
Softly does it
back into the night
almost as if your body is still lived in.
16. The Light of Dawn - Guardian Angel16. The Light of Dawn - Guardian Angel by Danionart
There was no other thought in my mind then to get her home. What I would do, what I could think, what I should say was all unknown to me at the time, but all I wanted was to get her home, a place of safety. A place where she would be out of the cold wind and rain that continued to beat down upon us.
It didn’t take long for my legs and arms to lose any form of feeling while my back screamed in agonizing pain that I should stop carrying her. But I was stubborn and with all the love I could show her I ignored the pain and went on, step for step, inch by inch. I remember that the idea alone of taking rest and to whine about my pain, made me feel so incredibly guilty that I couldn’t even think about it. How could I think of something that simple when someone that had escaped from true pain was hanging unconsciousness in my arms. It was simple not possible and I carried on, while keeping the love of my life in my arms.
While I kept walking I looked down so many times towards her
15. The Light of Dawn - You are my Angel15. The Light of Dawn - You are my Angel by Danionart
Cold and emotionless the rain drops were coming down. The clouds couldn’t hold them anymore and were releasing their tears upon the broken landscape. The cold wind was beating down on everything and just as the weatherman had said; it was unreal cold that evening.
As if my heart was torn from my chest and my stomach turned, I remember that I had never run as fast in my life as I did then. My throat was soar because of my heavy breathing and I could feel my leg muscles screaming in agony because I was pushing myself far beyond my very limit.
But it didn’t matter. I ran and ran because I wanted to find her. I wanted to find the love of my life and protect her from whatever it was that caused her so much pain. A million questions must’ve run through my mind what it could’ve been, what it was that caused her to be in agony. That caused her to call me so late, to beg for help, to let fear run through her voice. But, what I found could never prepare me for what I had
Doctor Who: Time Shadows - Win A Free Copy!Just announced on Time Shadows' official FaceBook page, which you can visit here:Doctor Who: Time Shadows - Win A Free Copy! by SavageScribe
We're giving away two free copies of Time Shadows, courtesy of Lulu.com! Enjoy a collection of 25 fun, dark or wild tales with all twelve Doctors, from a variety of veteran and new authors to the franchise (including Daleks' mainstay John Peel and myself, Abel Diaz), all connected by an over arcing story giving the anthology its name, starring Twelve and Clara. It also comes with a foreword from Gary Russell, an accomplished Who author (Scales of Injustice, Divided Loyalties) and script editor during the Davies era.
How to win? In 53 words or less, name a televised Doctor Who story where the Doctor used a clever, creative solution to win the day, and describe why it stands out for you. Comment with your answer on, as well as like, the Facebook page (do not comment
Broken Threadswhat led you to me can never be struck downBroken Threads by Purplebubblemango
by an arrow that is so sharp that
pieced through the chest and into our hearts
but what ever happens we will always be we,
you and me
But when your heart rips into pieces
we can always fix it with the red threads
hanging from our hearts
they will sow slowly back into place
when these threads have mended through pieces of the heart
within us the threads will grow and become stronger
and the broken strings of the heart will pull us closer together