So I'm really heartbroken over Doctor Who. And I mean, I've never felt so much pain before. I know it's a fictional story, but it made me cry nonetheless. I've cried for hours now.
But anyways. I figure if I write my own ending, maybe it'll help me feel better. So I've written something that ties up loose ends. It's still extremely sad and makes me cry, but it makes things feel more secure.
I know their dialogue sounds a bit cheesy, but that's honestly the kind of things they'd say. So, please don't think it's cheesy.
And it goes kind of fast, because it's made up of mostly dialogue. It doesn't describe how they're talking or what they're doing in between speech. But I guess you just have to imagine. Maybe if you've ever seen the show, it'd be easier.
Whew, I posted this deviation yesterday, but I though of a much better ending tody so I replaced it and changed the title. To those five nice people who read the old one, I'm sorry. Rats I still have home work to do.
I'm not entirely happy with this one. I can't get the words to flow properly in the last two verses. But anyway. I think it's obvious what I was going for. Just the idea that the world tries so hard to get everything to fit in, to be exactly the same. And only through art, through imagination, can you truly break down the walls it puts up and be free.
I dramatize a little bit of course, but it's all true. I'm not proud of all the things i've done in my life, but I rarely bail from the choices i've made. I didn't write this to brag about it either, i just felt like telling this story for a while now. It may just entertain you, or maybe it'll make you think. Either way, here it is.
Feel free to write me about the scariest thing you've experienced in real life, i'd be very interested in reading about it.
A Korean six-word story, English version included.
NB: A more literal translation would take more words and not read smoothly; yet I’m happy with this one. Also the titles differ: 海(産)物 해(산)물hae(san)mul is associated with “seafood” (and literally means “ocean [born] creatures”), while the English one conveys a double meaning. – Of course now, especially Korean speakers’ …
It's 1961, and to support herself and prepare for nursing school the subsequent fall, eighteen-year-old Holly Halliburton becomes a member of a very peculiar agency. They are called “The League of Bedside Sympathizers”, or at least that is their official title, though nobody seems to know what it means nor where it originated. Her job? To provide solace and smooth the transition between life and death for hospital patients who have no living or reachable kin. Having successfully undergone four separate "transitions", serious, soft-spoken Holly feels as though she is prepared for anything the agency throws her way. That is, until she is thrust to the bedside of Simon Dalaigh, a melancholy, spirited and blunt young man dying from acute Cystic Fibrosis of the lungs. Their unusual circumstances eventually throw them together into a serendipitous roadtrip--a veritable scavenger hunt across Ireland to track down Simon's roots. As their joint yearning for liberation pulls them forward, it soon becomes clear that the transition between life and death might not be as simple as they had thought.
I'm sorry if it isn't that good. I was exhausted from running outside for about 4 hours. It kind of made it easier to write since I was actually sweating like crazy from working out. -Fav, Watch, Comment (: <3 -Hetalia doesn't belong to me