Doctor Who Imagines

Hiking Boots and a TARDIS

Your feet punched through the dried leaves as you stared at the orange luminescent light pouring through the trees. The autumn air bit at your cheeks, turning them pearl pink. You adjusted your (FC) beanie to pull back some of your hair and keep your ears warm. 

You tore your focus away from the trees to the ground where your hiking boots navigated a safe path through the woods. You loved to be out here this time of year. The best time of the year, filled with hot drinks and bulky sweaters. 

You climbed over the tree roots and stepped down the hill to a boulder. You sat on the boulder and stared out at the floor covered in various reds, oranges, and yellows. Pulling up your scarf to cover your face temporarily, you saw a faint light out of the corner of your eye. 

You whipped around to see a faint light pulsing under a rather large pile of ivy and leaves. Almost as if a snake made of twigs and leaves had wrapped itself around something and left only the pulsing light visible.

You jumped off your perch on the rock and sped over the leaves to reach the light. What was it? You were miles away from civilization and there wasn't even a path out here. As far as you were aware this area was only known and explored by you. You hadn't even told any other people that this area had existed. 

You skidded to a stop in front of the light far above your head. You kicked a pine cone out of the way and grabbed a thick tendril of plant in both of your hands. You pulled with all your might and it fell away, leaving your hands with bright green stains. There had to be something under all of that. You placed your hands at the same spot and pulled again. 

You fell back from the force you used to pull the plant off. Your breath was pushed out of you and you struggled to rise again. You placed your hands on the fallen pine needles and pushed yourself up.

Brushing pine needles off your hands, you grabbed at the same spot one more time and a layer came off this time. Spotting blue paint, you ran your hands across it with a sense of wonder. Where the hell had this come from?

In minutes all the various plants growing out of this... police call box, had come off. You walked around the outside and ran a hand on the slick blue paint and stopped when your hand reached the handle. You pushed it open and -

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I wonder if this is how real writers feel. Cliffhanger! 

I am actually pretty proud of this besides the fact that 7/9 paragraphs started with the word 'you'. Perhaps I will fix it later. Oh and by the way (guilty self promotion again) I started an art book and have put about 4 pieces into there as of this morning. Go check it out if you feel like it!

-Jemma

I can't find the button that bolds my words...