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Welcome to facetious365, the doomed-to-fail New Year's Resolution of beingfacetiousI love writing; in fact, I'm a creative writing major and hoping to be a novelist one day. It's my goal to write a little something in this journal every day of 2010. I'm letting pretty much anything count as long as it's not "journal entry" material; character sketches, one-shot drabbles, ( Read more... ) -
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I don't want to talk about how long it's been. (I'll probably go back and update on days that I know I wrote things, like fanfic or whatever.) To ease back in, I'm just going to start with dialogue.
"How was your day?"
"Oh, you know. Fine."
"I know that voice means 'not fine.'"
"Really, it's nothing."
"Mm. So what's 'nothing?'"
"Alice. Alice in PR. Alice ( Read more... ) -
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When they’re together he goes along with her, day after relative day, the Doctor and Rose Tyler forever traveling in the TARDIS, because it’s the way she sees it and it’s the way it should be.
When he’s alone he begins to come undone.
He should think about protecting her, about avoiding or outrunning whatever is coming. He should ( Read more... ) -
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In Whose Arms, Nine/Rose, G
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“What are you doing?”
The Doctor, who had honestly thought that this was going to be a rather successful sneak attack, stops mid-stride with his tie dangling from his extended left hand. “Er. Nothing. Why don’t you, er…that is, weren’t you reading?”
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The ride back to Pete’s empty house is agonizingly slow and is over frighteningly quickly-just like each time she kisses him; like each time her hand finds a new patch of skin under his shirt; like the last seven days and the last four years.
Abruptly they are in her bedroom and he doesn’t even have to lift a finger to help before she ( Read more... )