Hello and sorry for the late posting, there seems to be a problem with the assigned guest host. So, here's a pinch-hit theme for you all! Fire! Go nuts people but remember to use the buckets if things get to hot
( Read more... )
The circle begins againcamshaft22July 18 2011, 22:00:49 UTC
Dean stands outside, holding his baby girl, watching as the house, the life he's built turns to nothing but ash. Luckily Ben is at a friend's house. He's not here, he's not seeing this. At least he's not here watching as his entire life goes up in flames.
He suddenly feels a pain in his chest as he realizes what his Father must've felt like so many years ago. How alone he is now. Bobby's gone, Sam's been gone, and now it's just him, Ben and his baby girl. A new vessel and now tainted by Demon's blood.
It's starting all over and this time, even he can't fight this.
Re: The circle begins againjagfanljJuly 19 2011, 02:46:29 UTC
What lovely story-telling, not a word wasted.
I'm feelig a pain in my chest as I imagine what Dean must be feeling. The new loss and the old, the remembered terror of a 4-year-old and fear for his own child.
Filled. (Pandoria Opens, Big Bang)truthwritasliesJuly 19 2011, 04:52:24 UTC
The TARDIS screams in a voice that reaches across the whole of reality. Nothing that can hear it is left unshaken, nothing that can feel the scream is left the same as it was.
The last of her kind, she is alone at the end of all things. Even her constant companion is gone: locked away far beyond her reach.
Around her the stars go out, the universe contracting until there is hardly any room left for her.
Around the last small piece of existance the Tardis hovors and in that space the TARDIS burns.
Comments 115
Reply
He suddenly feels a pain in his chest as he realizes what his Father must've felt like so many years ago. How alone he is now. Bobby's gone, Sam's been gone, and now it's just him, Ben and his baby girl. A new vessel and now tainted by Demon's blood.
It's starting all over and this time, even he can't fight this.
Reply
I'm feelig a pain in my chest as I imagine what Dean must be feeling. The new loss and the old, the remembered terror of a 4-year-old and fear for his own child.
Reply
Reply
The last of her kind, she is alone at the end of all things. Even her constant companion is gone: locked away far beyond her reach.
Around her the stars go out, the universe contracting until there is hardly any room left for her.
Around the last small piece of existance the Tardis hovors and in that space the TARDIS burns.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment