5 posts tagged “fiction”
these are just some random rambling dribbly things i've been writing down lately. most don't make much sense. and yeah.... i'll TRY to section them all together with the characters involved. (I.E. whoniverse will be one color, heroesverse another, random al bits in green or something, etc.)
enjoy. :)
Doctor Who/Torchwood universe
The Alabaster bits.
-------------------------------------------------------
"You save the universe. Ran an intergalactic organization. And are currently on the run from said organization and you're... you're BLOGGING!"
"What?" he asked. "Jack and Martha get to blog whenever THEY save the universe. Why can't I?"
--------------------
"James?"
"Sorry Quincy. Did I wake you?"
"No," he said sleepily, turning on his bunk and burying half his face into his pillow. "I was just drifting is all."
-----------------------
"Someday, it'll be the end."
"Don't talk like that Doc."
"I've only got 3 regenerations left Jack. And when the last one's come and gone, she'll have nowhere else to go. Our home is gone. She won't be much trouble. She'll lock down to one spot-"
"I have an idea," Jack said as a smile slowly spread across his face.
-------------------
"You have a sister," he said. "Half-sister really."
"Oh?"
Jack nodded. "Her name is Jenny. One day, you'll meet her."
-------------
"Dad, there's something I need your help with."
"Yeah, make it quick," Jack said, slowing his running pace a bit. "I'm in the middle of something."
"Who's calling you at a time like this? Hang up and keep running!" the Doctor shouted back to him.
"I died," the voice on the other end said. "Twice."
"What?" Jack said, stopping dead in his tracks.
The Doctor skid to a stop. "Come on Jack! Goombas! Flaming turtle shells and rolling mushrooms! Deadly to the universe!"
"In a minute Doc!"
"We don't HAVE a minute!" the Doctor shouted back, throwing his arms in the air as he glanced down the corridor ahead of them.
"Okay," Jack said, ignoring the impatient Time Lord. "Is your face still the same?"
"Dad, what the hell-"
"Just answer the question."
"Yeah, but I don't see-"
"Good. Don't worry. It happens. Part of being an alien. Don't tell anyone. You'll be fine."
"But-"
"Gotta go. Running for our lives. Daddy loves you," Jack said, turning off the mobile and dropping it into his pocket.
"What was that about?! Come on!!!!"
Jack laughed, looking over his shoulder to see a giant mushroom with big enormous eyes rolling towards them. He took a few jogging steps before breaking into a full run. The Doctor took the cue and started running again.
When Jack caught up with the wiry man, he laughed. "You owe me a trip to the nearest pleasure planet!"
"What? Why? Who was that?"
"The kid died twice. Didn't regenerate. I win! You so owe me!"
-------------------------
"Jack Harbourne. Writes The World That Wasn't book series."
"Those were pretty good," Gwen said.
"The hero is a nameless man called Traveler. And the villain, also nameless, called the Emperor."
"Sounds a little too close to home," Martha said, looking to Jack.
He knew that look. "Add that to the curiosities stack," he said at last.
------------
"Why aren't we pursuing this? He knows about things no one is supposed to-"
"Orders from higher up," Jack said.
"You ARE higher up. Or was it-"
"Martha. We leave the Harbournes alone. They're on the shortlist, understood."
"But-"
"Do not aproach. Don't even observe."
-----------------------
"There was a story when I was young. One I was told over and over again. The story of a man who was fire and ice, and who burned like the sun at the center of Time. A noble lord who longed for nothing more than adventure and the vastness of space." He smiled down at the cup between his hands. "Gramps told me such stories. Stories, he said, I could never tell mum."
--------------------------
"John? Is that you boy?"
He nodded. "All grown up," he said, glancing back at the door where he knew a younger self had left just hours before. "And oh what a tale I have to tell you."
"You found him. That Doctor and his blue box?"
Again he nodded and pulled over a chair. "I did. But that's not the story I want to tell. I've been out there, gramps. I've seen strange galaxies and alien worlds and so many wonderful, terrifying things..."
----------------------
"Oh this... This isn't natural," he said. "This is, well... It's supposed to be impossible."
"What Doc?"
"There's... Now, I'm ecstatic that I've found this, but at the same time, I'm severely concerned."
"Well?"
He took off his glasses for dramatic effect. Whether he knew this or not made little difference, because it worked. "This sample contains Time Lord DNA."
"What?!"
"More specifically, my Time Lord DNA." He nodded, back to all business. "I'm going to need more time to anylize the samples, but this is definately not supposed to happen."
"You got me pregnant?!?!" Jack shouted, suddenly angry, but could do little more than sit there with his slightly bigger than normal stomach. "I thought you said-"
"Well, it's not exactly a science, you know. Plus, we did have a lot to drink."
"You had ONE banana daqueri! ONE!!!"
"And you had 17 hypervodkas and a shot of tequila. I'm suprised you're not pissing straight alcohol."
-------------------------------------
"This is how it ends," he said. "It's always been how it ends. No matter what we do..."
Quin grabbed his hand. "You did your best."
"I'm sorry."
The American smiled. "I wouldn't spend the end of the universe any other way," he said. "Now, fancy a cup of coffee before we march to our deaths?"
"Yes please. Two sugars with a bit of that hazelnut creamer."
"All we've got is black."
--------------------------
"I know you..." she said. He nodded.
"It's me mum. It's your Johnny."
"My head," she whimpered. "It burns."
"It's okay mum. I'm here. Everything's going to be okay. I'm going to help you."
"John..."
He looked up at Wilf with a sad smile. "Next time you see me..."
The old man nodded. "You look after her, you hear. You take good care of my Donna."
"I will," he said, wrapping her in his greatcoat before lifting her up some.
-------------------------------
There was a flash. Brilliant and blinding in the central work area of the Hub. When it subsided, a man stood with weapon raised, aimed straight at his head.
"Help me!" he shouted as the woman in his arms, wrapped in his coat, screamed savagely.
"Who-"
"Commander Harkness!" he snapped. "Help me get this woman to a cryo unit!"
---------------------
"Roland, what the hell!" Jack shouted.
"I'm sorry," JJ said, emerging from the morgue. "I didn't know what else to do. There wasn't any time."
"You did this?"
"No," he said.
"Donna Noble died, kid. She died 40 years ago. And now you're telling me-"
"40 years?" he said, staring at him in confusion. "Wait... we time jumped? Shit. I'll have to get this thing looked at again. Trust John to fuck up anything he touches..."
"What happened?" Jack demanded.
"She remembered. She remembered everything. I had to get her frozen before we lost her for good."
-----------------------------------------------------------
-----------------------------------------------------------
"Your skin is so cold..."
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be."
---------------------
"This is an altered world," he said. "One touched by the hands of gods, not men."
------------------
"You and your companions," he said thoughtfully. "You're an odd lot. An angel, a demon, a mortal and... whatever you are."
The older man smiled and sipped his tea. "Is it so hard to believe? You're a walking corpse, married to an angel who, by the way did what no man should ever be able to do... twice. And you cavort with mortals all the time."
He nodded his defeat. "True. But your lot, you're different. I can't put my finger on it."
The other man continued to sip his tea. "We are bound by different rules than you and your's."
"How so?"
He grinned. "For one, we are more closely tied to this world than you are. We are more than what we seem, like you. However we can and do often die. God holds no power over us, because we serve no masters other than ourselves. Even Lucifer himself holds no sway in our dominion."
"Pagans," Al said at last with a nod of understanding. "And what dominion is that, may I ask?"
He set down his cup and wiped his mouth with one of the rather fancy looking cloth napkins on the table. "Purgatory, my old friend. Neither good nor evil. Only a state of perpetual balanced existence."
----------------------------------
"Dragons? Are you serious?"
"Is it really so hard to believe, Alabaster?"
"Now that I think about it.... YES!"
"And like being a demon prince from hell is much better?"
"Hey, at least I don't breathe fire," he replied.
"No. You just fuck anything that crosses your path."
"Oi! Not the girls!"
"Okay. Unless they're a girl."
------------------------------------
"Interresting..." the stranger said without lowering his sword. "I had not counted on another of my kind here."
"If I pull the trigger," Al said. "Will you get back up?"
"Yes."
"Which crown do you serve, swordsman?"
"I serve no crown," he spat out bitterly.
"Then I've no quarrel with you, sir." Al slowly lowered his weapon, but the stranger did not reciprocate.
"And you?" he said, pressing the blade's tip into his flesh. "Which crown do you kneal to?"
"I forfeit my crown, sir."
Navy eyes softened, and the sword was quickly sheathed. "My apologies, Lord-"
"No formalities," Al said, raising a hand. "Just call me Alabaster."
"Many like us I've cut down in my journeys. You are the first to encounter me and survive."
"There are others?"
He nodded. "Yes. But they are not of the peaceful mind. Most seek to destroy. Others... merely pawns of Lucifer's generals."
just a bit of shameless self promotion.
i have a bit of story up on Fictionpress.com that i wrote a long time ago (roughly 2003-2004 time period)
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2688478/1/Lost_World_RPC
it's the prequel to my larger work, Project 8-13, which is forever in re-writes. i'm going to be posting the first version, the oldest, more raw writing of mine in that project/universe on FP.
so go, read, and enjoy. and tell me what you think.
mind you, my writing has gotten much better since then. i've learned to use Spell Check (though i choose to ignore that button lol!)
Chapter 1 of Act 1 is posted.
Brief Summary: The Commander and his assistant are having lunch when they are interrupted by Medi, one of the Archive researchers. The Commander also misses an important meeting with some scientists.
Currently, I've got 2 "active" projects and a third one about to launch.
Firstly, http://akkadian-blade.vox.com/, Akkadian Blade, an alternate and much more fresh take on my original novel series, which I've decided NOT to publish after all, will be done on there. The page is there, but there's no content... Yet. That one is the "about to launch." Once I've finished the timeline/outline, and hammered out a decent update schedule, this one will start.
Secondly the active projects. I've just started this one, http://torchwood_timelord.xanga.com, Torchwood Time Lord, a fanfic project with currently 4 planned "Acts" and one interlude. It has 3 groups of main characters, that switches teams from time to time. Won't give many spoilers yet other than in that universe... There's Time Lords running Torchwood in the future, and there's something funky going on with Daleks and the Rift. This one will update weekly on Sundays. Currently, there is only the Prelude up, which I posted this last Sunday.
The second "active" project is this: http://melancholia-dragonflies.net/stories/fanfic/tdkh_S3.html, The Secret Diaries of Torchwood Archive Personel. This one is just a random little funny thing I started for a laugh. Most of it (so far) is told from the future Torchwood Archive Director's timeline, with a bit from the Doctor's daughter Jenny.
Well, that's really it.
okay. i'm supposed to be in bed. but i got back up, booted the computer back up, because i HAD to write this out before i forgot it all.
anyway, 2 dribbles from the same scene (i haven't come up with action and dialogue to connect them just yet) post the final big battle between Lucifer, Al, and Haniel/Randy.
anyways, as always, enjoy.
------------------------------------------------
Metatron looked down upon the kneeling Fallen, watching him closely as he spoke. "Belial the Devourer, prince of the Northern Regions of Hell, and general of the Legion. Our Father has been watching you for quite some time."
"Please, do not call me by such vile names," he said, never looking up at the one known to him as the voice of God himself.
"Then by what shall you be known, Fallen?"
He thought long and hard on this. Of all the names he had taken, of all the lifestyles and lifetimes he had lived, there was one name only that he felt truly fit him. So pale of skin, so ageless, so smooth...
He looked up, and he held his head high in a small degree of arrogance. "Alabaster. The name that resonates as truth down to my very core. It is... precious... to me."
--------------------------------------------------
"What is your desire?"
"I wish to be that which I have not been since my childhood in Ireland. I wish to be human again, and to live out my final days in peace and solace."
"You understand that once you are human... the defects your body were given at birth will return. Your kidneys will fail. The structure of your heart will weaken and return you to the frail state you were in as a small child. Your muscles will atrophy from disuse as you are bed ridden. Your sight will continue to fail you until you are blind. You will become as helpless as a newborn babe, unable to call for help as your lungs will not be able to hold enough air for you to shout. And when you die, it will be excruciatingly painful. The agony of each breath, of each heartbeat, will drive you mad."
His eyes were closed tight as he held back his tears. Ever so slowly, he began to nod. "To live out my final days, mortal, be they in pain or bliss, is all I that I require. Where my soul goes thereafter, only the Lord God knows."
