"Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.” - Mother Teresa

London, 2003.

He sat alone at a table outside a small teashop, taking a sip from a cup with too much milk and not enough sugar. It was early March. Any snow was starting to melt as people began to realize that could do without the extra heavy coat. He was ( Read more... )

Abulia - loss or impairment of the ability to act or to make decisions.

Spoilers for DW Episode Six: "The Doctor's Daughter"

He never would.

She lies dead on the floor, shot down in cold blood by those bloody, stupid weapons. His daughter, his young, beautiful daughter who he’d known for such a short time, but had grown to love as if he’d known her ( Read more... )

"Sometimes it is not enough to do our best; we must do what is required."
- Sir Winston Churchill

He's standing on the edge of a crowd of people.

“Oi, you! Get over here!”

Two men with guns start to march towards him, but he flips open the psychic paper and they back off. It’s a simple, easy maneuver he’s got well practiced, and well rehearsed. It’s ( Read more... )

Madness is subjective. A person can call themselves mad but not mean it, likewise the mad can consider themselves sane but not know. There are no rules in the game of madness, anyone can become it, and anyone can play it.

Drumming. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump…

It was small, subtle, rhythmic. A quiet as it was terrifying, and though he denied ( Read more... )

Martha was gone. Gone as…well, something that was gone. There was a bit of a chance she might come back, there was hope. But for now, at the moment, it was better to consider the fact that she was gone, rather than the chance that she might return. That way it wouldn’t hurt quite so much if she didn’t.

Or at least, that’s what he was telling ( Read more... )

It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not"  - Andre Gide

He is not John Smith

He is not from Mars

He does not have a fob watch

He is not a fiction

He is not John Smith

He is not a teacher

He is not a doctor

He is not a professor

He is not John Smith

He is not good

He is not evil

He is not kind

He is not John Smith

He is not ( Read more... )

The ticking of a clock.

He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the sound comforted him. As distracting as it was to hear the ticks and tocks of time passing steadily around him, and as much as he knew he should be focusing on something else, he enjoyed listening to it. The steady beat of the clock offered a bit of solace from the typical ( Read more... )

Those who don’t blink, those who linger long enough to venture inside, find the truth.

He knows the expression well, having seen it on so many different faces over the decades and centuries of his travels. First comes the look of complete shock, the moment he leads them through the small, wooden doors and they lay eyes on the enormous interior of ( Read more... )