His Name Is The Doctor by timefairy237, literature
Literature
His Name Is The Doctor
The lonely God.
Travelling through the ages
forever walking in eternity...
He is the savior of Galaxies
and the destroyer of worlds.
The things that he has seen,
and the things that he has done
cannot compare to what he may become.
The people he loved, drifting away,
coming and going, never to stay.
He carries the weight of worlds
and the knowledge of time.
His planet, forever lost, Gallifrey, it's name.
He thought he had destroyed it,
but it was he who saved it from the eternal War of Time.
The places he has been,
the things he's done,
cannot compare with what's to come.
The lonely God, traversing time and space,
The oncoming storm, a
Lonely God, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who) by 10thdoctorspiritclub, literature
Literature
Lonely God, Bad Wolf (Doctor Who)
LONELY GOD, BAD WOLF
The lonely god,
the man who never stops running
but never gets any closer to his destination
Or so was his fate
until the day everything changed.
The bad wolf,
she was running too
from what, or to where, she did not know.
Or so was her fate
until the day everything changed.
He tried to forget his past.
She tried to find her future.
And then the two collided.
Where shall we run next?
Anywhere, if you are by my side.
And so it was, that
the running became their lives.
The god became less lonely
and the wolf less bad
and when they were together
nothing could stop them.
But then what once united them to
Stardust: a Doctor Who fanfiction (part 1) by timefairy237, literature
Literature
Stardust: a Doctor Who fanfiction (part 1)
I wake up on a Wednesday morning to the usual annoying sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my face; it read 7:47, wait, 7:47?!?
“Oh no! My shift starts at eight!” I say to myself as I immediately jump out of bed and throw on an old pair of jeans, a pink tee, an ice blue hoodie, a pair of blue trainers, and grab my necklace, a pretty gold symbol with all sorts of circles, dots, and lines engraved into it, pull my knee-length hair through a brush before yanking it back into my snowflake headband and take a brief look at myself in the full length mirror in my room. A pale, skinny girl in her early twenties (even though I stil