Traveling has always been a part of my life. Whether it was moving to another state or country, changing galaxies, or simply taking a walk around the block. The thrill of knowing there was more to the world drove me to seek out new things, new challenges. And I would always find them. Not alone, might I add.
I have the Doctor on my side.
Most of the time, I would be doing all the work; rerouting new paths and finding new rifts or links to new worlds. He has grown old with me, but I still see the child in him, the flame in his hearts pushing him forth. I am the quiet, undermined servant, doing her work though protective and lethal when the time came.
I am the TARDIS.
Time And Relative Dimension In Space.
Tee-Ey-Arr-Dee-Aye-Ess.
TARDIS.
The small-on-the-outside-but-bigger-on-the-inside blue police box that whirrs throughout time and space, happily carrying all and any passengers that may come. They’re mainly the Doctor’s friends, a gaggle of admirers that eventually fade away. All of them. They come. They travel. They leave. An unfortunate truth. Only once had I ever taken human form, the freedom of legs to move where I please at my own will and conscious.
That form is gone now.
But I’m still able to see it all. I may be but a blue police box at rest, but the Doctor and I are connected. He feels what I feel, and vice versa. I see what he sees. And it’s all perfectly, wonderfully broken. Not really broken and shattered, but unfinished. Their struggling and hurt is alleviated by the man I shelter, and their suffering turns into a beautiful peace.
Then we’re off again.
The planets and galaxies and the universe…
We are ready to experience it all.
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Creative Writing Collection
Short StoryJust a collection of my 18/23 minute free-writes I make in creative writing class for the first semester c: CWC is also now including 2nd semester work yay :D I hope you enjoy the uber rough work ~