mysterydoodle99

In my hand, I held a fruit. It was soft and fuzzy and brown. Hidden under its peel, There hid a green wonder. How odd. I spun it in my hand and watched it. This thing was living once, wasn't it? And it still was. If I held it still long enough, it would change. How odd. I put the kiwi on the counter and pulled out a knife and cut the fruit and then I sat and watched it for an hour. You might think, how odd. But see, I was observing what was happening to myself, but sped up, and I knew that eventually the kiwi would rot and it would sag in my hand, and no longer would it be soft and fuzzy and brown. It is quite odd. I took the slice of kiw

  [Note from the author: This is a fanfic concerning the Eleventh Doctor and Clara Oswald. It's a bit of a short-story, though it's kinda long. Sorry things escalate pretty quickly, and then drop back down really fast. It was kinda a weird idea I had one day to write this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!]  Clara groaned as she shifted in her seat. “Doctor, honestly, I’m getting a little bored. We have a time machine to go anywhere that exists at any time, and we’re sitting on an abandoned planet while you renovate your game room? I might as well go home now.”    The Doctor fiddled with a wire for a second longer, then jumpe