Doctor Who fic: Time Will Tell [OneShot]
HAY GAIZ. LOOKIT ME! I WROTE A FICCAGE!
... yeah. I call it experimenting in other fields. OOoooooOOOOOOOOooooooooo!
Title: Time Will Tell
Fandom: Doctor Who
Size: 259 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As if I own any of it. I be too young and too poor.
Note: MY FIRST ONE! \o/ Also, been a while since I've written anything. Be gentle.
The clock ticks on the time.
Tick-tock.
It goes on, the restless heartbeat of the one thing man, no matter when or how far they go, will never master.
Time.
Time is beyond them.
Tick-tock.
Short and almost meaningless they seem at times until one realizes how much they've done--could do within such a short amount of time.
They burn so brightly.
They burn all too quickly.
Tick-tock.
It is probably for the best that there will never be a way that they can master Time. One race had done so and had rotted from the inside out, until one of their own destroyed them along with their enemy.
And they had burned oh so slowly.
Tick...
He looks up, frowning in puzzlement over his copy of The Time Machine at the clock he had gotten somewhere on Earth in some time period during one of his previous incarnations. It's getting harder to recall the fine details of those days, but he is pretty sure he'd gotten the clock at a thrift shop.
Not bothering to mark his place--he's long since memorized every word in the book--he sets the classic novel aside and stands to investigate. Peering at the clock, he realizes it has to be wound again. Quickly, he shifts through his pockets, patting himself down in search of the key.
It is gone.
Or maybe he's never had one for it to begin with.
He stares at the piece of human ingenuity--primitive though it seems to him--almost expecting the ticking to begin again.
When nothing happens, the Doctor gives a bit of a wry smile.
"I suppose this is what they mean by time standing still."
-fin-
I AM A LOVER OF SYMBOLISM. SEE IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT IT ALL MEANS. ♥
.
... yeah. I call it experimenting in other fields. OOoooooOOOOOOOOooooooooo!
Title: Time Will Tell
Fandom: Doctor Who
Size: 259 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: As if I own any of it. I be too young and too poor.
Note: MY FIRST ONE! \o/ Also, been a while since I've written anything. Be gentle.
The clock ticks on the time.
Tick-tock.
It goes on, the restless heartbeat of the one thing man, no matter when or how far they go, will never master.
Time.
Time is beyond them.
Tick-tock.
Short and almost meaningless they seem at times until one realizes how much they've done--could do within such a short amount of time.
They burn so brightly.
They burn all too quickly.
Tick-tock.
It is probably for the best that there will never be a way that they can master Time. One race had done so and had rotted from the inside out, until one of their own destroyed them along with their enemy.
And they had burned oh so slowly.
Tick...
He looks up, frowning in puzzlement over his copy of The Time Machine at the clock he had gotten somewhere on Earth in some time period during one of his previous incarnations. It's getting harder to recall the fine details of those days, but he is pretty sure he'd gotten the clock at a thrift shop.
Not bothering to mark his place--he's long since memorized every word in the book--he sets the classic novel aside and stands to investigate. Peering at the clock, he realizes it has to be wound again. Quickly, he shifts through his pockets, patting himself down in search of the key.
It is gone.
Or maybe he's never had one for it to begin with.
He stares at the piece of human ingenuity--primitive though it seems to him--almost expecting the ticking to begin again.
When nothing happens, the Doctor gives a bit of a wry smile.
"I suppose this is what they mean by time standing still."
-fin-
I AM A LOVER OF SYMBOLISM. SEE IF YOU CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT IT ALL MEANS. ♥
.