My website for those who like my writing, assured that there are more stories there :)

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Come find me on my AO3 account to read some more! @Minkey222

So, it looks likes this is what it has come to. With all of the great fan fictions and accounts on this wonderful website you have found this one. Now I am not saying that this isn't a good collection of stories, I'm just saying that you're probably better off looking at another account.

No. no, no. Do come back. i didn't mean it. This is a perfectly fine account, and I would really appreciate if you could give me little shot. I mean, like I said before, it isn't great, but you know. It is what I have. So Yeah!

Enjoy.

P.S because you stayed I have written you an exclusive poem, about the time war, from Doctor who! Isn't that wonderful? here it goes;

a long time ago,

In the stories of old

Brothers of plenty

A city of gold

Lost to a battle

A tale to be told

The brothers took arms

And fought, hearts so cold

The brothers were taken

Far, far away

Stolen for sake

And hope for a day

That they could all breathe

But still there they lay

The Brothers of time

Will still hear them say

brothers of plenty,

brothers of war,

Those who turned the skies from blue to grey,

Who hoped for a day where they'd fight no more,

And ride no more into battle.

Now this was some time,

Long since in the past,

They thought it was lost,

But of course, it could last.

Three hundred years

Gone, since the day,

Along with the stories,

The pixies and fae.

But still, even now,

You still hear them say,

'We wish all would go,

And here we would stay,

To look over the land

The place we would play.

Now there we go that wasn't all bad, Was it?

Hey It's been a while since I have updated so I have decided to gift those who actually take the time to read my poetry another poem. This time it is based on Lewis Carroll's Alice's adventures in wonderland. Enjoy.

The Vorpal Blade

The Vorpal sword,

Does no damage,

No more than,

A rightful blade,

As she screamed,

A poor young Alice,

On a fateful,

Judgement day,

A snick a snack,

A clash of swords,

A long silence fell,

All through the dead,

Through young Alice,

Her heart towards,

And on the ground,

Her head.

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