Pt: 2-Eleven, Metacrisis, Rose, Amy, RoryOI LISTEN! I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE YOU READ THIS FOR THE BEST EFFECT. PLEASE THIS WILL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. IT WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.Pt: 2-Eleven, Metacrisis, Rose, Amy, Rory4 years ago in Short Stories
The Doctor's eyes scanned the room for something when finally resting upon the place in front of him. It was a distance of five or six feet out but it was still quite close. Amy and Rory still held onto each other as the Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his screwdriver. He looked at the space in front of him and raised his sonic at it. He hesitantly pressed the button emitting that strange warbling noise. In a split second an image flashed by in front of them. Rory and Amy swore they saw a pair of shoes. They were black and it looked like they belonged to a woman since they were black high heels. Pumps, to be exact... Amy thought to herself, using her woman's expertise. The Doctor released the button on his screwdriver and brought it to his face to read the analysis. He mumbled som
Goodbye PondsThe brittle sheen of cold grey stone,Goodbye Ponds3 years ago in Free Verse
The snap that broke sweet Melody's bone,
The three that saw the stars and beyond,
The final farewell, that last "Come along Pond."
The Weeping Angels took the city that never slept,
But Steven Moffat took our hearts, and Arthur laughed while we wept.
The two lovers that whispered; "Together, or not at all."
A fandom's unanimous cry as we watched them fall.
With the final page forced to turn, the Pond's story ends,
Stony hands worked to tear apart the lonely god and his friends.
No more of the Last Centurion, or the Girl Who Waited,
As the Raggedy Man said, once the future was read it was fated.
And now all over Tumblr the Whovians mourn,
We cry and we yell and treat Moffat with scorn.
We let fly with the gifs, the photosets and the feels,
And wait sadly to see what the Christmas Special yields.