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In Roman Times"Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy," declared the preacher.
The warm sun was starting to go down. Evening was closing in, yet the crowd still listened to the preacher, captivated by his lessons.
"Blessed are the pure in heart," he continued. "For they shall see God."
Some distance away, two women stood apart from the crowd. They wore the attire of wealthy Roman aristocrats. Veils shrouded their pale skin from the sun.
"Mother, this is the third day you have dragged me into the burning sun to listen to this warm Jew," complained one of them.
"Oh, Julia, aren't you delighted by his words? Don't they stir such a passion in your undead heart? I could listen to this man forever," said Penelope.
"He has a way of putting things, I admit. But it's all the usual Jewish nonsense. Kingdom of God, and all that. I'm a Roman. It's really not for me," replied Julia.
"You should not despise the Jews. They believe in just one god. Many of the philosophers agree that there is only on
Talking About ReligionTransylvania, 1695
Margaret had been taught all her life to fear Castle Dracula. Occasionally she had heard blood-curdling tales about its terrible inhabitants. Now she was inside the castle and had become a monster herself.
A strange rodent with a scaly hide scuttled across the floor. Margaret had never seen such an animal before.
Sat next to Margaret was Penelope, the strange Englishwoman who had turned her into one of the cursed vampires. She was dressed like a German lady, in the fine fashions of the Habsburg court.
Margaret noticed, for the first time, that she herself had not changed her clothes since she had become a vampire. She was wearing the night gown that the Englishwoman gave her to replace her soiled clothes. Despite her bare feet, she had felt no cold. She supposed there was no need to change. She was a monster now. What need had a monster to change her clothes?
Penelope was talking to the feared Count Dracula, a huge man, with a fierce mustache, dressed in long
A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit part 2Holly cut the throat of the rabbit and allowed the blood to drip onto the stones.
Thilda watched, a little nervously. She couldn't help thinking that the faun girl's horns had a slightly demonic look as she performed the ritual.
"Spirit, we offer you this blood. Take it and gain life and strength," said the faun. "Take it, that we might know you and pay our respects." She then mumbled a few words in her own bleating language.
Something like a shadow seemed to fall over the stone at which Holly had offered the blood.
The shadow began to grow larger, taking on something of a man-like shape.
The two girls gasped and moved closer to each other.
Once again, the whispering voice returned. Yet this time it was louder and clearer than before.
"Who speaks to me?"
"It is Holly and Thilda again. We sought you yesterday," said Holly boldly.
"I.. I feel so much more alive!"
"Who are you?" asked Thilda. "We would know the one to whom we have offered this gift."
"My name!" the whisper seemed to becom
A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit part 1Once he had been powerful. Once men had trembled before his might. Once his enemies had fell before him, as his armies swept the land. Now he knew only the cold emptiness of death.
For centuries he had haunted these rocks and trees. Did any still remember his name? He barely remembered himself. He was just a lonely spirit.
"I can feel their presence in these woods," said the Faun girl. "Can you not sense them?"
The faun was short, still young. She looked much like a pretty human girl, despite her goat-like legs and curled horns. Long brown curls fell down her back. She wore a strip of cloth around her chest. Among their own kind, female fauns went bare-breasted, but among humans they covered their breasts in deference to human modesty.
"No, Holly, I don't. I don't sense the dead at all. I've never sensed a dead spirit in my life," replied the human girl.
The girl was about sixteen. She had long fair hair and was tall for her age. She wore a long beige dress.
"Oh, Thilda, you humans
The Trial of Kathy Tenka ch4"So you are saying that you acted on the information you had been given, information fed to you by the Republic Security Bureau?" asked Wendy Moo.
"Yes, I acted as any senior officer would have done in the same circumstances," replied Kathy Tenka.
The admiral had been called by her attorney to take the witness stand in her own trial.
"So having planned to seize control of the government, an objective you felt necessitated by circumstances, what would have been your course? Would you have remained in control of the Republic?" asked Moo.
"No, I would have called new elections at the first opportunity," said the admiral.
"No further questions, Your Honour," said Moo.
Marcus Chin, the prosecution attorney rose up to question the defendant.
"Overthrowing the government of the Republic seems an extreme course of action to me, but I will acknowledge that it might be necessary under certain circumstances," said Chin.
Tenka regarded him coolly. He was a typical civilian. Overweight and easy-goi
Letter to America2nd ---, 1935
To Heather, my dearest sister,
I hope this letter finds you well and living the life that you sought in America. I know that the life of an actress is at times a precarious one.
Your mother and I are presently in Rome, having been enjoying the scenery of Italy, both ancient and modern. You probably know that your mother lived in Rome in the time of the Caesars. She frequently tries to offer me anecdotes about the old days as we tour the ruins, but you know how poor her memory can be.
Yesterday we had tea with Mr. Benito Mussolini, the prime minister of Italy. He talked for a long time about how he was a great friend to England and the English. Your mother absolutely adores Mr. Mussolini and he can do no wrong in her eyes. She also admires Mr. Hitler, but she seems to prefer Mussolini. Personally I think both men are thugs and bullies, but I have always had a low opinion of warm politicians. They are all self-serving bounders. Even Dracula was no exception when he was warm
Test ResultsPolly looked at the test results. They were clear and undeniable. She was pregnant.
She suppressed a growl as the implications dawned upon her- months of discomfort, being unable to fit into her jeans and finally producing a thing which screamed and howled and required looking after. Taking time off work might not be so bad, on the other hand.
Maternity leave and pay was very generous these days, thanks to President Belinda Brushelm. Having a president who was a grandmother had made things easier for mothers, whatever one thought of her policies.
Just over a week ago, the staff at Hanover Institute had been giddy with excitement when Emily Coulson, aka Britannia, had announced her own pregnancy. That sort of enthusiasm about this unexpected development was the last thing she wanted to go through.
She was going to have to give the big news to her boyfriend, terminal goth Michael Nosferatu.
Polly and Michael were not quite living together, but these days, the Asylum's public relations of
DiplomacyPaula rang the doorbell.
Her friend Jane opened the door.
"I just came to drop over a copy of the new Sunday school rota," said Paula, handing a copy of the document to her friend. "You're not down for duty until September, just in case you were wondering."
"Oh, thanks, Paula. Why don't you come in and have a cup of tea?" offered Paula.
"Of course. Thanks, Jane," said Paula, stepping into the hallway.
"I do love that mirror," commented Paula. "It's so big."
"Thanks, I got it from this antique shop in Bath. Stephen hates it, but I really loved it."
Jane gestured toward the kitchen.
Suddenly, Jane's three children came bounding down the stairs. They were a nine-year old girl, an eight-year old boy and a six year old girl.
"It's Paula from church," announced Jane.
The children looked at Paula.
"You have to take your shoes off," the older girl informed Paula.
"Shoes off!" agreed the two other children.
Jane made a slight giggle.
Paula looked at her host. Jane looked quite embarrassed.
Vampires at the TheatreNew York, 1930
A young actor and an older actor entered the stage.
"Come to me, Arthur," came a female voice from offstage.
The two men looked fearful.
A young actress with long raven black hair entered the stage. She was wearing a white gown and barefoot. She moved with a ethereal grace.
"It is my beloved Lucy!" wailed the young actor.
"Come to me, my Arthur, my love!" said the actress seductively.
The older actor touched the shoulder of the young man.
"She is no longer your beloved Lucy," said the old man sternly, in a foreign accent. It might have been Dutch, or it might have been German or Swedish. "She has become nosferatu, a creature of ze night!"
"Lucy!" wailed the young man, trying to move toward the young woman.
"Join me, Arthur. Join me! Let us be together in darkness! Let us never be apart until the end of time!" said the woman.
"Lucy!" wailed the young man once again.
"Do not believe her lies! She is a slave of Dracula!" roared the old man.
The young woman snarled, r
Love is the reason (10th Doctor X Reader)
“(Y/n)....The cybermen had control of the Doctor. There’s nothing you can do. I’m sorry. Don’t go after him.” River Song’s words echoed in you mind as you sat sobbing against the doors of the TARDIS. The cybermen had been pounding and shooting at it for an hour now. She must have been kissed with her own hallucinogenic lipstick to think that you’d just not go after the Doctor. Besides how could you not? The TARDIS literally appeared in front of you as you stepped out of the prison after visiting River and opened it’s doors. When you stepped inside they closed and locked.
Then it dissipated and went into the time vortex. Usually in the time vortex the TARDIS flew through it smoothly with no problem. But this time had been different. The TARDIS was going slowly and kept suddenly dropping then going back up. As if it was weakening. It needed the Doctor as much as you. You loved him, the Doctor. He didn't know but you did. You’d do anyt
Black and WhiteNothing about the Doctor and River's relationship is black and white, except one thing...
River walked into the Tardis carrying a cluster of three white balloons. She tied them to the stair railing and walked out again.
She walked back in carrying a white vase filled with white flowers. She set them on the stairs.
“River, what are you doing?” the Doctor asked, watching this display in confusion.
She walked past him and silenced him with a kiss. For such a short, soft kiss it tingled him down to his toes.
He watched mystified as she walked off up the interior stairs farther into the Tardis.
She came back down lugging a large, ornate, straightbacked chair. She carried it past him down to the Tardis floor and arranged it in front of the wall scanner. She looked down, nodded, and walked out again.
She walked back in carrying a silvery cloth projector screen, and started setting it up behind the chair.
“River, what are you doing?” he asked again, completely be
Doggone!The Doctor's got a little problem, it's short, and furry, and cute as a button...
Amy's kitchen door slammed and she jumped and whirled, spoon in hand.
"Your daughter is impossible!" the Doctor yelled as he stalked across her kitchen, pacing, throwing his arms wide for emphasis.
"What did you do this time?" Amy asked.
"What did I do? Why do you always assume it was my fault?" he said, glaring at her.
"Okay, what did River do?" she asked, putting aside the spoon and turning off the burner under the soup.
He pouted and glared at the floor. "She refused the gift I gave her."
Amy's eyebrows went up. "And what was the gift?"
"A pmpmmp..," he mumbled, wiping his hand over his mouth.
"What?" Amy asked, suspicious.
"A puppy!" He glared up at her as if it was all her fault. "She said she couldn't accept it."
"Well, she couldn't. She couldn't very well keep it in Stormcage. They'd confiscate it, at the very least." She shoved him down in a chair and plopped a mug of tea in f
His Name Is The DoctorThe lonely God.
Travelling through the ages
forever walking in eternity...
He is the savior of Galaxies
and the destroyer of worlds.
The things that he has seen,
and the things that he has done
cannot compare to what he may become.
The people he loved, drifting away,
coming and going, never to stay.
He carries the weight of worlds
and the knowledge of time.
His planet, forever lost, Gallifrey, it's name.
He thought he had destroyed it,
but it was he who saved it from the eternal War of Time.
The places he has been,
the things he's done,
cannot compare with what's to come.
The lonely God, traversing time and space,
The oncoming storm, and defender of Earth.
Coming and going, day after day.
But just this once, things may change,
for his name is The Doctor, and he's here to stay...
Hawke and AndersHawke lifted her head from the note as she passed the window, looking down into the tiny courtyard behind the estate. High walls shielding it from nosey neighbors kept the small garden in deep shadows for most of the day, but for a brief period in midday when it was warmed by the hot sun before the tall buildings of Hightown once more eclipsed its welcome rays. Anders was out there taking advantage of the opportunity for some exercise.
The heavy staves mages carried were useful in combat for more than just powering spells, and though many of the slender Circle bound magi never learned this particular trick, battle mages took full advantage of the deadly capabilities of spinning around a five and a half foot length of wood. Hawke knew full well that if combat drew out too long and a caster's spell reserves were drained, cloth robes weren't much in the way of protection and a smart mage had better have a backup plan. It took a great deal of physical strength to wield the heavy staff as a
When you wish upon a star...As the sun slowly set on the day he finally came out of the vault, Rabbit (still awaiting the chassis upgrades Walter Robotics had ordered) and The Spine decided they should take Hatchworth to see a marvel he hadn’t witnessed in almost 75 years. The Walter workers watched with increasing curiosity as the bots slowly vanished into the wide expanse of the manor grounds, wondering what kind of shenanigans they could be getting up to. Six insisted they should be left to their own devices, but everyone needed to be prepared to clean up any debris from anticipated explosions.
“Hey, The Spine?”
“Where are we going? And furthermore, why am I blindfolded?”
Rabbit sniggered to herself as The Spine smirked. Why Hatchworth insisted on having his spectacles placed over his blindfold was beyond them, but they found it endearingly comical nonetheless.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if we told you, Hatchy!”
“If you tell
Dragon Ball Z: A Good Man - 20
As these three spoke, a Blecha’s talons dug grooves into the tabletop of her station, her beak clenched and magenta eyes quivering in an explosion of mixed emotion and rage. Laswe saw off the last of the guards as order continued to be restored to the courtroom, hearing the hushed murmurs rippling through the stands. Laswe buzzed into the air, flying over the central platform. He paused, noticing the concealed expression on Nevrrest’s face and little looks and occasional tiny smiles passed between the two Saiyans. His jelly skin took on a brighter hue and he tittered as he returned to the judicial booth, giving soft, squeaky laughs as he landed in his chair.
Oom’Bagu gave him a weary, questioning look. “You find something in all this amusing, Justiciar Laswe?” he asked pointedly.
“Not amusing so much as baffling, Oom’Bagu.” He eyed Gok
Male British Actors x Youtuber!Reader- Cha.2
-Today's chapter, we have the addition of Andrew Scott (the actor of Moriarty from Sherlock) and Christopher Eccleston (the actor of the Ninth Doctor from Doctor Who). Please read the first chapter if you haven't read that yet, link in the description!~
Remember; The actors are Tom Hiddleston, Matt Smith, Benedict Cumberbatch, David Tennant, Michael Fassbender, Andrew Garfield and the two more actors above!
Male British Actors x FamousYouTuber!FemalePewDiePie!Reader- Filming videos at the REAL Studio (Featuring Tom Cassell a.k.a TheSyndicateProject!~)
Ever since the British actors have met ____ ____ a.k.a PewDiePie that one evening but probably 3 days ago, many fans no matter Pewds' Bro Armies or the British's fans, they all started Twittering, Instagraming like 'I saw PewDiePie with the Famous British!!'.
But you have to admit, PewDiePie is sexy~ Well I mean, for the boys of course..
One day; on a Saturday morning, ____ woke up and saw her phone (It can be
Planet of the Angels pt. 6"Doctor, we've found it. The phone box, it's far, but have you reset the HADS?" A control woman said.
"Okay, great. And how did you know about the HADS?" He looked at the woman, who must have known something about TARDIS's for she had knowledge of the HADS.
"You don't?" She replied.
"Yes, I know what the HADS is, I just don't have time to reset it." He ended the sentence quietly.
"A timelord who doesn't have the time? Oh, Doctor, timelords always have time." She chuckled.
"Oh, Jack!" Rose hugged him. "The Doctor may need us, he's trying to find the TARDIS."
"Okay then." They began walking down the seemingly endless halls.
Eventually they passed the door which the Doctor was loudly arguing with a woman.
"Hello, Doctor." Jack raised his voice to the level the Doctor was using and he turned around.
"Oh, Hello there Jack Harkness. How long has it been since that meeting with the Master?" He greeted him.
"Long enough for me to lose people I care about."
Crimes Against Sentients ch4"Bail is denied," declared the judge, a dark skinned male human. "I do not believe Mrs. Vittbug poses any risk to the public, but with her wealth there is a strong risk that she could leave Coruscant and return to Imperial space."
Lippi Vittbug showed no expression. Like so many defendants, the sheer experience of the judicial process had induced in her a state of shocked numbness. The former Imperial interrogator was still wearing the red dress that she had worn at her arrest. Her dangly earrings were conspicuously absent, however.
Vislor shook with rage. The defense attorney had warned him that bail would be denied, but this had done nothing to dampen his sense of anger. What particularly disgusted him was the thought that his wife might have been freed had he been a bit less wealthy. This smacked of the grossest discrimination against the wealthy.
"This is an outrage!" he shouted from the gallery. The banker simply could not help himself.
The judge turned to Vislor.
"Mr Vittbug, you
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