Thorns of a Rose
I remember my last day in the sun as the most vivid day in my existence. That day I had no worries, the world was perfect, the sky a deep blue, the most cloudless day known to man. I spent the entire day in the huge field on the edge of town, I had friends that lived there, by know they would have all died off, they wouldn't let me near them even if they were still alive today. I sang, and danced, and just let the world slip from my mind. That afternoon I fell into the grass, breathless, and I fell into the most peaceful sleep that has ever been upon me. It was far past sunset when I awoke and my friends had already left. Finding that odd, I went in search for them, for you see my friends were fairies, and they stay up till all hours of the night. I was starting to realize that they left for a reason, something evil was close, something that changed my life forever.
My skirts were bunched up in my
Doctor WhoThe Doctor was lying on the metal floor of the TARDIS. 'It's not working,' he thought to himself. 'I can't remember her face.'Doctor Who9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He started yelling and kicking. He lifted himself up and walked to the room she used to sleep in. His brain could not control his body anymore. He kneeled next to the bed and rested his head on the soft blanket. Tears were bathing his face. His voice broke out and he was sobbing.
The Doctor raised his head and looked to the left. There she was. A rusty, foggy ghost image of Rose.
"No!" he yelled and buried his face back into the covers of the bed.
"Doctor, don't cry," Rose almost whispered. "I'm here."
"It's impossible. I used the last of the breach. I'm dreaming." He closed his eyes tightly, and tears fell from his face.
"You aren't. I found the last opening this time."
"THIS time," the Doctor chuckled.
Rose grinned and crossed her arms. "That's what I'm talking about! A little laugh."
"How am I supposed to laugh when you aren't here? When you're not a