What if the Eleventh Doctor met an 8 year old Rose Tyler? So basically this is my first time writing a fan fiction and it might not be good but I'm going for it. So far it's just a short story but if people like it I will add more chapters and keep it an ongoing thing. This story is about a new meeting of the Doctor and Rose.

The Doctor - the Oncoming Storm; the last Time Lord; destroyer of Gallifrey; the hopeless wanderer. Annabelle Pond - one of the many who wish to see the stars; one of the few who've gotten the chance to encounter the strange rareties of the universe; clever, witty, and slightly smart-mouthed; the Doctor's newest companion. Maybe it's the newly discovered second heart, or maybe the paradoxal picture he finds of a younger her, but the Doctor feels it's his job to take Annabelle along with him. Besides the threat of, at times, the pair being the most wanted beings in the universe, they travel across time and space, righting wrongs, diminishing evils, popping in for visits. While encountering old and new enemies of the Doctor, Annabelle finds out the truth of her unusual past a little bit at a time. For instance, how come she's able to remember the creatures that erase themselves from the memory of each living thing they're seen by? And why does it seem that almost every band of aliens they meet want to use her? - for what, she doesn't even know. What could be so peculiar about a thirteen year old? The Doctor vows to figure out all his questions: How does Annabelle know who River Song is? Why do all the evil-doers he's ever met want her on their side? And, the biggest question of all, why doesn't the Doctor remember his own daughter?

When N.A.C.P.A (National American Crime Prevention Agency) decides that their usaul methods of crime prevention are less than effective, they create a specialised task force dubbed the Captured Criminal Task Force AKA C.C.T.F. Now all they need are three criminals to capture and assign to the C.C.F.T. One hacker, one thief, and one assassian. N.A.C.P.A's intentions sound pure but is there an ulterior motive to all that goes on in this agency? And can this unlikely group of heroes put aside thier differences and band together to defeat the true criminal?

josh is tyler's assistant. tyler is married, but he doesn't see that stopping him from getting what he wants. highest rank ✩#2 on joshler tag✩ ©agonyteen

It's been two years since I traveled in a box that was bigger-on-the-inside, Two years since I met the man who told me what I am, Two years since my closest friend was murdered, Two years since I understood my messed-up life, Two years since I figured out what my father's real name was, Two years since my life made more sense... ------------------------------------------------------------------ Here's another Doctor Who fanfiction for all of the Whovians out there! This is my first story outside of school projects, and I hope you all enjoy them. It takes place during the Eleventh Doctor's time, after the Ponds and before Clara. Flashbacks will happen during Twelve's time, during one of his adventures without Clara. DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own BBC, Doctor Who, or any of the characters other than my own. If I did own Doctor Who, I'd be adding this into the show. NOTE: Possible curing in some chapters. Also, the current cover is only temporary. If you want to make a cover for the story, feel free to do so!

Schizophrenia. A mental illness that causes people to hear or see things that others don't. They say the voices and the things seen by a schizophrenic aren't real. Just illusions. Imagination. But what if they were something more? Something...supernatural.

Gerard was late, and it was fucking raining. He'd missed the bus and it was fucking raining, and he was totally going to get dropped from the play if he was late again and he was so fucking screwed, but honestly Gerard wasn't all that keen on it when he'd heard the only main part he'd managed to get in this damn theatre group was of a fucking crossdresser. For someone who was supposed to be in the closet, he was doing an awfully bad job of it. Frank Iero was Gerard's favourite punk ass skater dickhead, that he was currently working on eternally denying to himself the crush he had on Frank, which totally didn't exist of course, but Frank was really cute, and Gerard was really stupid; stupid enough to think that he could totally pull off pretending to be a girl in order for heterosexual Frank Iero to fall for him. Surely, this was truly the worst idea Gerard Way has ever had.

Hey super sorry If this is badly written. It's quarter to five am here and i'm tired af. Because Gerard is always the broken one and because I need some poor!Frank protective!Gerard in my life

'Don't try to love me' 'Only if you don't try to forget me' Frank was raised to believe that being yourself was okay. High School, however thought otherwise. If you didn't 'fit in' you were beaten, shunned,thrown out. And poor Frank, the short shy emo boy that hermits at the back of the class, didn't fit in. But at least he had a nice butt, which just so happened to be the butt that Gerard Way noticed.

"The Tell-Tale Heart" is a short story by American writer Edgar Allan Poe, first published in 1843. It is relayed by an unnamed narrator who endeavors to convince the reader of his sanity while simultaneously describing a murder he committed. The victim was an old man with a filmy "vulture-eye", as the narrator calls it. The narrator emphasizes the careful calculation of the murder, and he hides the body by dismembering it, and hiding it under the floorboards. Ultimately, the narrator's feelings of guilt, or a mental disturbance, result in him hearing a thumping sound, which he interprets as the dead man's beating heart. Cover by the lovely @FayLane.