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Why Doctor Who is Epic

First of all, Doctor Who is epic because of, well, the Doctor.

The Doctor is epic because he is a crazy old man who looks young. He also prefers to use his brains instead of engage in widespread killing, but he is capable of killing if he has to. (He also angsts over it rather badly, but he can’t help it – PTSD) He also has a magic box, and is the only science fiction character I can think of who rather belongs in a fairy tale.

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 02.02.2012 @ 11:20 am

Music is the most epic thing out there. Music and color. It’s got the power to drive you into a state of excitement; the hope that there is adventure out there for you. I love the epicness of music. Color of course is another way to express that epicness. Epic color usually takes the form of a deep blue sky calling you to run through it and far away…

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 02.02.2012 @ 11:19 am

scarce

I scarcely knew what was happening around me. I wasn’t sure why it was happening at all.

I just knew I wanted it to go on forever.

The colors swooshed by, a maelstrom of brilliance. I felt something – a longing, a faraway notion of something beyond myself.

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 01.21.2012 @ 5:37 pm

champagne

The sea is one great big glass of champagne. Frothy at the top, and bubbly in the middle. Then at the bottom, all clear.

Then, with a swish, the froth leaps up into waves as the glass is raised in a toast.

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 01.02.2012 @ 2:42 pm

Tonight the horses shall dance.

They have run hard, and they have won.

The battle was long. Many a man did not come home. But the horses, the great horses of the North, have done their best. Many a rider came home that would not have otherwise survived without his steed.

We shall let them loose to dance in the moonlight.

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 01.02.2012 @ 2:37 pm

Champagne bubbles. Frothy white. Cracking it open over the top of a cup held by the trophy winner.

The race has been won. Celebration is ready. Now we can dance. The horses are turned out to the stables, and the jockeys are cleaning up. They will dance too.

Even the horses shall dance.

Posted By Melody Kondrael On 01.02.2012 @ 2:35 pm