Offhand - a short Doctor Who fanfic
Oct 7, 2016 21:59:18 GMT -5
Post by Hollyleaf ღ on Oct 7, 2016 21:59:18 GMT -5
This is actually called 'offhand' because I'm writing this at this very moment with very little prepared. I actually thought this entire thing through... maybe a year ago, so obviously I have little to no recollection of it; I only remember the concept, and so I'm simply just writing whatever comes off my fingers onto the buttons and that's what you'll be reading. I'm also doing this to let out my thoughts. It won't necessarily reflect anything of my own current circumstances, but it'll help me clear my mind. I know this is all unnecessary information and whatnot but... eh. I'll leave it. Also, "Offhand" does kind of relate to the story I'm going to right in a very little sense, and maybe you'll catch on to it somehow. One more thing... I'm doing this on Google Chrome because the lag was horrible on Internet Explorer for the forum. This means... no autocorrect or any red squiggly underlined things. Likely there will be errors... so if you catch those... just post them for fun and point them out like an easter egg hunt or something I don't care... anyway this introduction has been long enough. Now to the story.
....Actual last thing, I'm not going to actually finish this once it is posted. I'll update it later and you'll continue to see me progress on it.
A old, hunched-over man with an expression of inconceivable anguish deeply saturated within his wrinkled eyes gently rested a shaky, brittle hand on the gentle, curved edge of the console that controlled his beloved machine. He stroked it gently as if searching for a physical reassurance that could possibly dampen the awful pain that clutched his heart so tightly, trying to treat it as a long-known friend that could empathize with his terrible emotions. Sadly, he found no help in the action, and instead gained a deeper pang that realized how lonely he truly was. The poor man was not even a man, though in this moment of vulnerability, he preferred to be called so, only so that he could find connection to what he had sorrowfully lost. The worst part was that he could not even remember her. Her beautiful name stained his mind and heart and a deep expression of some strong experience filtered through his veins as he continued to think of it. She apparently had meant an incredible amount to the man, and this that he experienced for her could not be named in vain as a simple feeling.
With dread, he new the true name of the experience and it rested on his lips till he wished he had spoken it before it was too late; it was something he forever sought never to gain but always did anyway. He knew that if he experienced this, he would lose who he held it for, and his pain would always be great. This was different, though; his anguish was more deeply felt than anything he'd ever experienced before, and he knew this beautiful girl had been more important to him than anyone else previous.
He groaned as his heart clenched and he clutched a control switch on his console.
"Clara,"
He gasped, and knew that the name should not have been spoken as soon as it left his poor lips. The man sank down to his knees, and he dipped his head and closed his eyes, and rested his tired hands on his knees, and he stayed there as still as a stone for a long period of time. There was nothing left that he could do; this suffering was too great and he could simply not stand it for a moment longer, so all he did was sit and be silent.
Several moments passed.
Then longer, and longer; if one witnessed the scene, they would believe the man had died whilst kneeling, and somehow was remaining upright. And in a sense, it was almost as if he had.
More silence.
For a brief second there was what seemed like the smallest, tiniest fraction of a measly sliver of... peace.
Then an abrupt, electrical sound whizzed like static and screeched with an awful loudness and made the man finally come back from wherever he was, jumping in his current fragility.
His widened eyes looked up to find that several metres ahead of him, a white shape was fizzling and flickering like an image that couldn't bring itself to form anything more than pixellated, confused squares. It was tall, and took on the length of an average human being at least, though barely resembled anything of the like.
The man, in his state, was unable - even as himself, the smartest creature in the universe, simply fact - to comprehend such a phenomenon, and he shakily climbed back to an almost-standing position; he could hardly hold himself up for one of the simplest of tasks.
He kept a firm grip on the side of the console once more as a much needed crutch, and watched the deformed figure fizzling in and out of sight, trying desperately to make itself whole.
Finally, the sluggishness of his mind receded for a minute so that he could understand it was a hologram of some sort.
((K I'll continue this later. I apologize it's so sad. oops. ))
....Actual last thing, I'm not going to actually finish this once it is posted. I'll update it later and you'll continue to see me progress on it.
A old, hunched-over man with an expression of inconceivable anguish deeply saturated within his wrinkled eyes gently rested a shaky, brittle hand on the gentle, curved edge of the console that controlled his beloved machine. He stroked it gently as if searching for a physical reassurance that could possibly dampen the awful pain that clutched his heart so tightly, trying to treat it as a long-known friend that could empathize with his terrible emotions. Sadly, he found no help in the action, and instead gained a deeper pang that realized how lonely he truly was. The poor man was not even a man, though in this moment of vulnerability, he preferred to be called so, only so that he could find connection to what he had sorrowfully lost. The worst part was that he could not even remember her. Her beautiful name stained his mind and heart and a deep expression of some strong experience filtered through his veins as he continued to think of it. She apparently had meant an incredible amount to the man, and this that he experienced for her could not be named in vain as a simple feeling.
With dread, he new the true name of the experience and it rested on his lips till he wished he had spoken it before it was too late; it was something he forever sought never to gain but always did anyway. He knew that if he experienced this, he would lose who he held it for, and his pain would always be great. This was different, though; his anguish was more deeply felt than anything he'd ever experienced before, and he knew this beautiful girl had been more important to him than anyone else previous.
He groaned as his heart clenched and he clutched a control switch on his console.
"Clara,"
He gasped, and knew that the name should not have been spoken as soon as it left his poor lips. The man sank down to his knees, and he dipped his head and closed his eyes, and rested his tired hands on his knees, and he stayed there as still as a stone for a long period of time. There was nothing left that he could do; this suffering was too great and he could simply not stand it for a moment longer, so all he did was sit and be silent.
Several moments passed.
Then longer, and longer; if one witnessed the scene, they would believe the man had died whilst kneeling, and somehow was remaining upright. And in a sense, it was almost as if he had.
More silence.
For a brief second there was what seemed like the smallest, tiniest fraction of a measly sliver of... peace.
Then an abrupt, electrical sound whizzed like static and screeched with an awful loudness and made the man finally come back from wherever he was, jumping in his current fragility.
His widened eyes looked up to find that several metres ahead of him, a white shape was fizzling and flickering like an image that couldn't bring itself to form anything more than pixellated, confused squares. It was tall, and took on the length of an average human being at least, though barely resembled anything of the like.
The man, in his state, was unable - even as himself, the smartest creature in the universe, simply fact - to comprehend such a phenomenon, and he shakily climbed back to an almost-standing position; he could hardly hold himself up for one of the simplest of tasks.
He kept a firm grip on the side of the console once more as a much needed crutch, and watched the deformed figure fizzling in and out of sight, trying desperately to make itself whole.
Finally, the sluggishness of his mind receded for a minute so that he could understand it was a hologram of some sort.
((K I'll continue this later. I apologize it's so sad. oops. ))