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AuroraThey are totally unprepared for what happens next.
They unlock the door to the last cell, expecting this one to be empty as well. And at first they believe it is. But then a shadow unfolds and sits up on the hard wooden cot in the corner.
"Did you come to save me?" The girl asks. For it is a girl. Her voice, weak from disuse and illness as it sounds, is soft and melodious, unusually deep yet with an undertone that shows promise as a great singing voice.
Watson approaches her even as Lestrade shines the light in her direction. Crossing the small cell, he observes the girl.
She looks to be about fifteen years old, long-limbed, with breast-long mahogany brown hair. Her face has exotic lines with very slightly slanted chocolate brown eyes. Her skin is goldenbrown yet pale from months, if not years, indoors. She is amazingly thin, just skin and bones with a minimum of muscles. Her face has a slight grey pallor and her eyes, squeezed halfway shut against the light of the lamp, are bright, to
SeagullI saw a seagull today coloured orange and red by the sunset.
It was beautiful in a strange way. I have never really liked seagulls. They are noisy, aggressive scavengers, and actually I find them quite ugly. But this one was beautiful.
I saw it for just a few moments. It flew across the street as I looked out he window, free and proud and beautiful. It beat its wings efforlessly, the undersides purple-grey and the white feathers goldenred. It was so free and beautiful and graceful and I have rarely seen anything like it.
So now I dream about flying in the sunset like it did, graceful and effortless and free.
A Pink Singing BuffaloDr. Leonard McCoy was a pink singing buffalo. No-one knew why he was one, or how he had made it through Starfleet and onto a Starship, but there he was, Chief Medical Officer on the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Because he was a buffalo, there were certain things that just weren't mentioned, the main thing being the "cakes" he left everywhere. Everywhere but his Sickbay, actually. Buffalo or not, he was fanatic when it came to hygiene, and forced his massive body into the shower at least once a day. No-one knew how he fit in there, or in the turbolifts. But then again, he was a pink singing buffalo on a starship.
No-one knew how they understood him when he spoke. His voice entered their ears as a series of musical moos and was somehow deciphered into a grumpy Southern drawl. Mr. Spock, being half Vulcan, had superior hearing and was a touch-telepath, and had tried to figure out how they could understand him. In his personal log he had stated that it seemed like the Doctor's human voice entered th
Eagle Nebula NurseryI remember the times
When I'd go to the Nursery
And let Time run away while I watched the stars
I remember the babies
Tiny stars in the Nursery
Hanging from the sky over a beautiful garden
I'd sit there for hours
Just watching the sky
While the nebula nursery nursed tiny baby suns
I'd sit in the garden
And let the cool breeze flow
Through my hair and my hands while
The endless cycle
Of starlife, ancient and immortal
Played out over me in the Eagle Nebula Nursery
RemainsNow nothing remains
Of the shattered shards
Of the broken pieces
Of the burning debris
Now all that remains
Are patches of bare
Earth, where nothing grows
Where the Earth herself grieves
But years from now
She will reclaim
This once hallowed ground
And the scars will be gone too
Then all that remains
Will be whispered memories
And a shadow in the past
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