Starlight-Blue

Pale face. You stare Blindly up at me, A thin paper creased smile Freeze framed in jovial Song and dance. How we laughed. And how I did not notice, Sand slipping though the glass Second by second Your paper faded from white To yellow   To black. Burnt by years of sun and time, Fragile, between fingers You turn to dust.

Lonely Sorrow The sobs are what brought Harry there. The bitter cries and great heave's of breath too. He had no need to investigate; he knew where they came from. But who and why they came… well that was none of his business really. However he was aloud to wonder the halls and listen to the endless sorrow of one of the students. Somehow Harry drew comfort from it. A feeling that he was not alone in the way he felt. Sometimes he'd hate the person for being so weak as to just crash in an empty classroom on the first floor, others he'd feel grateful towards them for making him feel something, however accidental it may be. Every night he woul

He flopped back on the bed, his red mass of hair covering his eyes. I hadn't seen him this relaxed since before He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came back to power. "The bed ok then Ron?" I said turning my back on him to face the window. The view was amazing. Then again Cardiff is an amazing place. It was typical that Harry and Ron got the room with a nice view. "Its ok, 'Mione." Ron said bringing me back out of my musings. "But there's something missing." This time his voice was soft, a lot softer then usual. I turned round to look at him, confused at what he meant. When my eyes fell on him I saw there was a slight blush on his cheeks. I could bar

The streets where busy with people and cars, as the Saturday sun rose on the urban London skyline. The noise of the traffic and the crowds was almost daily with even more commuters diving into the city. The people on the side walk where mostly dressed smartly and wore stylish glasses or were talking hurriedly on the latest model of mobile. But every so often there was a group of teenaged girls or a lone woman or couple who would float into the shopping centre to get some early shopping in before work or school. Among theses there was an old lad, dressed in a yellow Mac and hat, pulling a tartan shopping kart behind her, a group of boys chatti

SPOIERS FOR DOOMSDAY!!!!!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED Rose Tyler sat at her desk staring at the busy computer screen before her. She took a slow gulp of coffee from her plain mug and shuddered as the horrible taste ran down her throat. The office was slow, and although she had a huge pile of folders on her desk she was board out of her mind. She rolled her eyes as she continued to read the document on the screen, scribbling down the translation with ease. "Nice work, Rose." She didn't even bother to look up. "Whatever you say, Stewart." She heard the woman sigh with defeat. "I try to be nice, I do…" Rose's heart sunk at the word she was sure

:SPOLIER WARNING DOOMSDAY S2 DOCTOR WHO: Maratha Jones was never technically a companion in the Doctors mind. Really he wasn't very sure what she was. All he knew was that she hadn't even lasted half a year, complaining that he never talked to her about himself, and that she could tell there where secrets he wouldn't share with her. The Doctor had known from the beginning that it wasn't going to work out, but he had convinced him self to try, only instead of mending his hearts it had only severed to make the wounds deeper. He was sat on a railing in the TARDIS control room hours after he had left torchwood. He didn't know quite how long he

The afternoon sun shone though the open window and landed on the pale skin of his arm. It only had time to rest there for a few seconds as his arm pulled out of its heat with the movement of writing. But then once again, as he reached the end of the line, his arm was bathed in the soft light once more and so the pattern repeated. It wasn't often that I allowed my self to drift off into my own thoughts in class. At least not at that age, but I guess every one zones out now and then, and geography had never been my kind of subject anyway. I never understood the work and barely handed it in on time. As the seconds ticked on I found myself watchi

He watched her out the corner of his eye, checking and double-checking she was still ok. Her dull brown eyes where locked on the dark out side, and her limp brown hair covered half her face, making her look even more miserable. Mickey looked back out on to the road whose emptiness only seemed to add to the unpleasant silence. He would have asked what she was thinking but it would just be a waste of breath as he had tried to ask that as soon as she had said his name. She had only replied that she didn't know. It was all he could do to believe her. After a while he pulled the car over and switched the engine off. His ruff hand reached above hi

She felt the soft grass stroking her bare feet while she walked along the edge of the cliff. The scream and shouts begging her to stop running were far behind her now, and she allowed herself to stop movement all together, her left green eye settling on the deep colours of the sunset.  At that moment the wind picked up tearing at her silk white dress and causing her green hair to whip up in the current. She did nothing to tame them. She was so fed up with being told what to do her whole life. What to do, how to dress, when to go out, where to go and now who to marry. She let the tears roll down her cheeks as the sun disappeared behind the hor