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» Posted By Dámaris On 01.02.2013 @ 1:59 pm


i black thing that make fire
do i have to keep writing
it is small people use it to cook… outdoor……….. and …………… there are certain ones that have fuel that come like inside of it already i like those one they cost alot more though

» Posted By damaris On 08.26.2012 @ 3:22 pm


A treaty. A pact. An agreement. A formal document between two or more states in reference to peace. Sometimes I wonder if treaties actually do make peace between people. If a simple piece of paper can make peace, why can’t we make peace just by talking?

» Posted By Damaris On 06.06.2012 @ 8:46 am


Every stressful thing just feels emptying. You are emptied, and emptied, and emptied, until there’s nothing left. You’re just left with nothing inside of you. Nothing to give you hope.

We need hope.

» Posted By Damaris On 06.05.2012 @ 9:20 am


Amy slung a cap on her head and looked at Melody. “What do you think?”

Melody laughed. “You look completely silly!”

The Doctor strode into the TARDIS wardrobe at that moment. “Oi, what are you doing with my cap?” He grabbed the cap off of Amy’s head and put it on his own. The two girls burst into giggles. The Doctor stared. “What? What?”

» Posted By Damaris On 06.04.2012 @ 9:14 am


Hassle: a disorderly dispute. I suppose you could say life is full of them. Honestly, every single day is full of hassles. Hassles on the phone, hassles at work, hassles at school, hassles at home. Hassles hassles hassles.

Wouldn’t life just be easier if there weren’t any hassles?

» Posted By Damaris On 06.01.2012 @ 9:55 am


Lois spotted a man with a bow-tie standing at the back of the scene. She wondered if he could tell her what’s going on.

“Hello! I’m Lois Lane, reporter for the Daily Planet,” she said cheerily.

The man smiled at her. “Hello, Lois! My name’s the Doctor.”

Lois stared. “The Doctor? That’s a strange name. You’re not from Metropolis, are you?”

The Doctor shook his head. “No, I’m from…London.”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.31.2012 @ 11:05 am


The Doctor and Melody Amelia stepped out of the TARDIS.

“Okay, Time-Lord, where are we this time?” Melody asked.

“Hmm…judging by the architecture we are…on Earth, 2012!”

“Really? Where on Earth?” Melody asked.

“We’re in London!” the Doctor said.

Melody smiled. “Brilliant!”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.30.2012 @ 9:22 am


“Dad!” Mels called up the TARDIS stairs. “Dad, we’ve got a problem!”

“A problem?” the Doctor shouted back. “Are you sure it’s not a dilemma? Or a quandary?”

“No, Dad, it’s definitely a problem.”

The Doctor ran down the stairs. “Well then, what is the problem?”

“The TARDIS won’t do anything! She’s just stuck, floating in space!”

“Oh,” the Doctor said. “This is definitely a problem.”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.29.2012 @ 9:51 am


When the Doctor regenerates, he transforms into completely different being. He could have two heads, or no head at all, and don’t say that’s an improvement. he could be completely serious, or have the heart and mind of a child. He could have long legs and be extremely clumsy, or have extremely large ears.

Sometimes, transformation is bad. We don’t want it to happen.

But other times, transformation is the thing we needed. Sometimes, it’s a good thing.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.28.2012 @ 11:08 am


Sometimes, we lose things, and we have to retrieve them. We lose almost everything. If you lost your keys, you could easily retrieve them. Just retrace your steps.

But what about the big things we lose? What if you lost your mum or dad? Or a grandparent? Or a close friend? How do we retrieve them?

But surely, can not we retrace our steps?

No, we can not.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.25.2012 @ 10:56 am


The nurse looked at the machine monitoring the man’s heartbeat. She frowned for a moment because she thought the machine was malfunctioning. But it wasn’t. The man had two heartbeats. Suddenly, the man woke up.

“What am I doing in a hospital…,” the Doctor said. He looked up at the nurse who looked utterly confused. “Oh, hello! I’m the…John Smith. I’m John Smith.”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.23.2012 @ 9:43 am


It’s a great big adventure, travelling in the TARDIS. It’s like…a quest. Dragons that are actually evil aliens, a knight in a bowtie, a damsel in distress who can save herself, princesses and princes. It’s all like a great big fairytale, the guy gets the girl, everyone knows everyone, and they’re all happy.

But the sad thing about fairytales is that they come to an end, eventually.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.22.2012 @ 9:28 am


The phone rang.

Amy didn’t pick it up. She never did, because most of the time it was just telemarketers or something stupid.

The phone went to voicemail.

“Pond? Pond? Amy? Amy, it’s the Doctor calling. Pond, pick up the phone!”

Amy ran over to the phone and picked it up hurriedly.


» Posted By Damaris On 05.21.2012 @ 9:02 am


Damaris and Maria, two Time Agents, were heading back to base after a particularly weird mission involving Weeping Angels and Vashta Nerada. They teleported back to the Agency, and to their surprise, a blue box was right in front of them. A man with short, black, curly hair and a long coat, and a man with a bowtie poked their heads out of the door.

“Oh, not again!” the Agents shouted.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.19.2012 @ 9:17 am


What is romance?
Is it boxes of chocolate
and bouquets of flowers
brought to your door?
Is it a quiet kiss in the moonlight,
or sitting on a beach watching the sunset?
Is it waiting for your Prince Charming,
not knowing when he’ll arrive?
Is it holding hands as you walk down the street?
Is there romance when two lovers
first meet?

» Posted By Damaris On 05.17.2012 @ 9:36 am


Tom had just finished telling B’Elanna how he had fixed the engine of his holographic Camaro.

“Honestly,” B’Elanna said with a smirk, “I think you spend more time with that car than me.”

“I do not! I’ve been in the holodeck less than I normally have,” Tom insisted.

“Mmhmm, right,” she said, laughing.

“I have!”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.16.2012 @ 10:14 am


A young Melody Amelia looked at the insect which had landed on her finger. It had a pair of wings, and the wings were orange and black.

“Daddy,” she said, “what’s this?”
“Oh, that’s a monarch butterfly!” said the Doctor. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. It tickles my fingers when it moves around though.”

She moved one of her fingers, and the monarch flew away.

“Oh,” she said sadly. “It flew away.”
“Don’t worry, dear,” the Doctor said. “There are plenty of butterflies in the world.”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.14.2012 @ 12:54 pm


Melody Amelia sat on her bed, disregarding the mess she’d made earlier. She was going to clean it up, but then she got distracted and started exploring the TARDIS again.


“Yes, Mum?”

River crossed her arms. “Didn’t I tell you clean your room?”


» Posted By Damaris On 05.14.2012 @ 7:14 am


The Ninth Doctor: the Doctor’s first regeneration after the Time War. Then, he only saw humans as “primitive apes”. Then he met Rose. Nice, caring, wonderful Rose, who helped him see that humans aren’t as primitive and thick as he thought they were.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.11.2012 @ 10:04 am


As a child, Jean-Luc Picard wasn’t exactly outgoing. He spent most of his time in his room, doing school work or thinking about the day that he would captain a Starship. He didn’t have many friends and spent most of his weekends alone. He could never dream of having friends.

Then he became the Captain of the Starship Enterprise.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.10.2012 @ 7:29 am


Melody Amelia quickly wrote a note in shorthand.
Going to go to the library. I feel like swimming.

Mels dashed off down the hallway towards the library-with-the-swimming-pool. She immediately jumped into the cold water. She floated around for a while before drying off and returning to her room.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.09.2012 @ 10:16 am


“Dad, just what do you think you’re doing?” Melody Amelia asked curiously.

“Tasting cookies!” the Doctor replied.

“Aren’t those Amy’s cookies?”

“Well, maybe…”

Amy burst into the kitchen at that moment. “Hey Mels! Have you seen my-” She turned to see the Doctor nibbling on one of her cookies. She rolled her eyes, grabbed the package of cookies from him, and stomped out of the room.

“Whoops,” the Doctor said.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.08.2012 @ 7:18 am


Melody Amelia ran her hands over the delicate instrument. It was a very old violin that she had found abandoned in a room of the TARDIS. She picked it up and started to play it. This is odd, she thought. I never learned how to play a violin.

She composed a beautiful melody. Her fingers quickly ran up and down the strings of the violin. It was only when she had finished playing that she noticed her mum and dad, standing at the door of her room, looking at her in awe.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.07.2012 @ 7:25 am


The whole class immediately sat upright. The head teacher had come in supervise the class.

“So class, can anyone tell me what a significant factor was in Hitler’s rise to power?” said the teacher.

Melody raised her hand. The teacher was was wary, because Melody usually made some smart remark, but she was too late to stop her.

“Because the Doctor didn’t stop him,” Mels said, with a triumphant look on her face.

The teacher sighed and held her head in her hands.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.05.2012 @ 10:48 am


“So class, can anyone tell my why the Titanic sank?” said the teacher.

Melody raised her hand and stood up. “Because the Doctor didn’t save it. But you don’t know about the Doctor because you’re stupid.”

The teacher couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Melody, go to the head teacher! Now!”

» Posted By Damaris On 05.03.2012 @ 6:24 pm


Amelia and Mels sat in the very back of English class, talking about the Raggedy Doctor. Rory was sitting right by them and was trying to get them to be quiet because he was trying to concentrate on the teacher.

The teacher was doing her best to ignore the two girls. She was succeeding, until Amelia let out a loud giggle. The teacher stood up.

“Amelia, Melody, do I need to separate you two?”

Amelia and Mels shrank back sheepishly. “No, ma’am,” they said in unison.

» Posted By Damaris On 05.01.2012 @ 12:32 pm


The church spoke in unison. They always did when they said the prayer, they never missed a beat. They poured their hearts and souls into those words that they spoke so often.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name…”

» Posted By Damaris On 04.30.2012 @ 6:29 pm


“Mels!” the Doctor shouted.

“Yes, Dad?”

“Look what I found!”

The Doctor appeared at the door of Melody’s bedroom with a handful of balloons.

“What on earth have you got?”

“Balloons!” he shouted excitedly. “I’ve always loved balloons!”

Mels tried hard not to laugh. “You are a cosmic nine year old.”

» Posted By Damaris On 04.27.2012 @ 6:22 pm


The Doctor and Melody were strolling down the street when they saw a poster.


It had pictures of the Doctor’s ninth, tenth, and, his current, eleventh regeneration.


It said that people who travelled with him would suffer from Stockholm syndrome. It listed a mobile number and an email address in the case that anyone saw him. At the bottom, in clear print, was TORCHWOOD.

“Oh, no,” the Doctor said.

» Posted By Damaris On 04.26.2012 @ 11:44 am

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