Just a bunch of poems I came up with , usually based on stuff that happens to me.

Aethelia Rayne Dale, that's me, hello. I don't exactly know who I am ,I just know It has something to do with a blue time traveling police box. at least that's what I thought was all . 13 days 13 hours, 13 minutes, 13 seconds... can I save the world in time?

The Mikaelson family have moved back to New Orleans to reclaim their home, save Klaus' unborn child and to get a young witch held in captivity by Marcel. Although Elijah has his heart set on keeping Hayley and the child safe, has he got his heart set on someone else to? Will it be a happy ending, or will everything get ruined?

They've tried to get over each other. They can't.

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Alex is an Angel Of The Lord. He's also been kicked out of Heaven for thirty years. When he runs into his uncle lucifer he gets on SHIELDS radar. And not in a good way. What will happen when the Avengers meet this Fallen Angel?

It was the 24th Century. Rules had been set down. The law was iron. The world was now known as Pan. There were the Surs, the wealthy high-class citizens who were allowed to have as many children as they wanted, and own as much land as they could buy. They lived in beautiful neighbourhoods with flourishing trees, emerald green grass, and sparkling water. It was utopia. There were the Pes, the rest of the population, forced to scrabble on the ground, grovel and beg, fight and kill for their lives. They starved to death, died of sicknesses and were left to rot. They lived in ruins, broken structures, in darkness. It was dystopia. Until the Creators came. They rose to power, a poor group from Pes, battling their way to the top. They took control of the government and in the height of their fame; released a virus that wiped out the whole of the human population. Only not quite. Those who remained of the Surs died out in the streets, unable to survive in the harsh conditions. Those who remained of the Pes formed gangs, making violence the answer. For ten long years Pan was chaos. Until now. The Creators have resurfaced and offer a city of dreams to all who have survived. For young William, a man of sixteen, the last Surs citizen in all of Pan, it may be his only hope. But how can he forgive the people who took everything away from him, swallow his pride, and take their sanctuary?

Selene has just lost her entire family in a horrible house fire and her friends to high-school rumors. Slowly she is beginning to slip. She doesn't know what to do anymore, Her nightmares have been relentlessly consuming and she cannot help but to feel guilty. Devastated over the accident and her realization that she is all alone, she goes to the one place that she is never judged, the only place where she feels like she isn't utterly alone: the cemetery that her family now lay in. She arrives with a plan made. The knife is placed precisely on her wrist as she closes her eyes in anticipation of the relief to come when she abruptly opens them to the gates screeching open. And then she sees him. Climbing a tree She watches him from a safe distance. Watching him, she experiences strange electric tingles coursing through her entire body, when he sees her up in the tree and smiles warmly Something awakens deep within her as she feels the deja vu hit, and she recognizes him. Strange memories of the past rush to the surface. She knows. Once, a lifetime ago, they had loved each other so immensely that they would have died for one another. And she had done exactly that to save him.

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