"There are people all over this galaxy that owe that man a debt. By now a few of them will have found a blue box waiting for them on their doorstep."
It wasn't a particularly good day. The argument was stupid; John couldn't believe that Sherlock would be so ... so ... stupid. Of course John didn't believe that Sherlock was the fraud that Moriarty said he was. He'd had to get out. The man was a machine who seemed to run on weird happenings and tea. John stopped and looked for a street sign to tell him where he had got to on his mad wandering. Unfortunately he couldn't see one. He stomped in frustration and headed back towards the sound of tra
As prince of the realm he was a brute,
Rude and annoying and less than astute,
Then he met a girl and found true love,
He needed a push, what he got was a shove,
Unanswered questions meant harsh words were said,
Relief though when Arthur and Gwen finally wed.
Magic and myth are his to control,
Everyone knows he can't do as he's told,
Running and hiding from the magic ban,
Lies are told to protect this man,
Imbecile is what his boss calls him,
Nobody else thinks Merlin's at all dim.
Journeyed far into the war,
Oh, the horrors and terrors he saw,
He got shot, left shoulder maybe?
Nevertheless he left the army,
Went back to London, met an old friend,
And forged a new friendship to last till the end,
Took a shot, killed a man,
Soon he became his friends biggest fan,
One day his friend fell and broke every bone,
Now poor John Watson lives alone.
Saviour to many, the rich and the not,
Hero to more, he's helped out a lot,
Easy to live with? No, not a bit,
Really annoying and easy to hit,
Ladies? Ignores them, except for Irene,
Only 'cause he took her fast pulse I mean,
Crazy and weird and even called cold,
Knowledge, his forte the new and the old,
He truly enjoys the weird and the dark,
Only two others have his special spark,
Losing the game is not in his style,
Meets his match only once in a while,
Everyone knows and they know that,
Sherlock Holmes is the man beneath the hat.
Frankenstein the scientist was totally mad,
He ended up doing something really, really bad.
He tried to create the perfect life,
But it ended up giving him strife.
His friend wasn't sure about this plan,
But Frankenstein would listen to no other man.
The monster ran straight into the wood,
And found a family whose hearts were good.
In the end they rejected him too,
Because he didn't look like me or you,
So he found the man, who gave him life,
To ask him for a lovely wife,
Who wouldn't shy away from his broken face,
Who'd love him whatever the case,
But Frankenstein refused straight away,
Said he'd never make another any day!
T
It's crazy. It'll never work. But it has to. It must work. The whole world depends on it.
The fabric of life is slowly, ever so slowly, pulling our biology apart. Every humanoid life form is contracting The Illness. It starts with a cough and a struggle to breathe, then your stomach collapses making it almost impossible to eat and finally your brain gives up and you go into a coma from which people never return. My plan must work. My Father's father and mother have contracted The Illness and I cannot watch them suffer a moment longer. Not a moment longer! My plan must work!
My plan is simple. I must convince the government to stop testing
In the middle of the night, I crept from my room and down the cold hall, trying not to think about what came next. I wanted to die. I couldn't go through with it. I was fed up with my stupid life. But I couldn't take my own life. So that's why I ordered him. I called him over the phone with a fake name. I told him she would be in the kitchen, at this time, on this date. Now I must wait. I told him she was my father's murderer, the last person he saw before he died. I didn't lie. I killed my father and that is why I had to die, why my life must end. I had to die. I sat with a glass of milk and a biscuit. That's what I wanted to die eating, a
"There are people all over this galaxy that owe that man a debt. By now a few of them will have found a blue box waiting for them on their doorstep."
It wasn't a particularly good day. The argument was stupid; John couldn't believe that Sherlock would be so ... so ... stupid. Of course John didn't believe that Sherlock was the fraud that Moriarty said he was. He'd had to get out. The man was a machine who seemed to run on weird happenings and tea. John stopped and looked for a street sign to tell him where he had got to on his mad wandering. Unfortunately he couldn't see one. He stomped in frustration and headed back towards the sound of tra
As prince of the realm he was a brute,
Rude and annoying and less than astute,
Then he met a girl and found true love,
He needed a push, what he got was a shove,
Unanswered questions meant harsh words were said,
Relief though when Arthur and Gwen finally wed.
Magic and myth are his to control,
Everyone knows he can't do as he's told,
Running and hiding from the magic ban,
Lies are told to protect this man,
Imbecile is what his boss calls him,
Nobody else thinks Merlin's at all dim.
Journeyed far into the war,
Oh, the horrors and terrors he saw,
He got shot, left shoulder maybe?
Nevertheless he left the army,
Went back to London, met an old friend,
And forged a new friendship to last till the end,
Took a shot, killed a man,
Soon he became his friends biggest fan,
One day his friend fell and broke every bone,
Now poor John Watson lives alone.
Saviour to many, the rich and the not,
Hero to more, he's helped out a lot,
Easy to live with? No, not a bit,
Really annoying and easy to hit,
Ladies? Ignores them, except for Irene,
Only 'cause he took her fast pulse I mean,
Crazy and weird and even called cold,
Knowledge, his forte the new and the old,
He truly enjoys the weird and the dark,
Only two others have his special spark,
Losing the game is not in his style,
Meets his match only once in a while,
Everyone knows and they know that,
Sherlock Holmes is the man beneath the hat.
Frankenstein the scientist was totally mad,
He ended up doing something really, really bad.
He tried to create the perfect life,
But it ended up giving him strife.
His friend wasn't sure about this plan,
But Frankenstein would listen to no other man.
The monster ran straight into the wood,
And found a family whose hearts were good.
In the end they rejected him too,
Because he didn't look like me or you,
So he found the man, who gave him life,
To ask him for a lovely wife,
Who wouldn't shy away from his broken face,
Who'd love him whatever the case,
But Frankenstein refused straight away,
Said he'd never make another any day!
T
It's crazy. It'll never work. But it has to. It must work. The whole world depends on it.
The fabric of life is slowly, ever so slowly, pulling our biology apart. Every humanoid life form is contracting The Illness. It starts with a cough and a struggle to breathe, then your stomach collapses making it almost impossible to eat and finally your brain gives up and you go into a coma from which people never return. My plan must work. My Father's father and mother have contracted The Illness and I cannot watch them suffer a moment longer. Not a moment longer! My plan must work!
My plan is simple. I must convince the government to stop testing
In the middle of the night, I crept from my room and down the cold hall, trying not to think about what came next. I wanted to die. I couldn't go through with it. I was fed up with my stupid life. But I couldn't take my own life. So that's why I ordered him. I called him over the phone with a fake name. I told him she would be in the kitchen, at this time, on this date. Now I must wait. I told him she was my father's murderer, the last person he saw before he died. I didn't lie. I killed my father and that is why I had to die, why my life must end. I had to die. I sat with a glass of milk and a biscuit. That's what I wanted to die eating, a
I am a rubbish artist who comes on here too few time a week!
Favourite genre of music: AVPM Music Favourite photographer: Any One who's good Favourite style of art: Cartoon Operating System: Microsoft (But I prefer mac) MP3 player of choice: Sandisk, I guess Shell of choice: Mussel .. they're Pretty Wallpaper of choice: ? Paint... Blue? Skin of choice: ? What!? Mine .. I don't have any others Favourite cartoon character: Vanessa Personal Quote: 'I hate maths!' 'Uh! German!' 'Mollie, I need to copy that maths homework!&
Favourite Visual Artist
Cover art by Liselotte Watkins/ Mollie Brown/ Elisia March/ Jenny Du
Favourite Movies
Kung fu panda 2
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Kt Tunstall/ Beatles/ U2
Favourite Writers
Tamora pierce/ Catherine Hall (My cousin)
Favourite Games
Mafia farm (Tobuscus pun)
Favourite Gaming Platform
Wii/DS
Tools of the Trade
Pen, Pencil and anything else I decide is worth my pitiful money
Hey!
Mollie:
1.
a) Ironically, Mollie means pure MDMA (total ecstasy). Anyone from Cali or NY or Texas knows that. Even more ironically, the only girl I know named Mollie (who spells it with an 'ie') is complete ecstasy to be around. In short, Mollie = ecstasy. b)Inexplainably cool.
2.
She is super nice, funny, and SO sexy! She has a ton of friends who love her and is definitely boyfriend material. She is drop dead gorgeous and is super athletic. She is just the whole package. She is a great kisser and is a sex kitten. Usually have blond hair, blue eyes, and are really tan. She is just amazing!
3.
A girl who is bright a times but has
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