#sparenone

      Strange? The omega stopped to momentarily sniff the air. Coppery. “——blood?” He sniffed again for confirmation. “Do you smell that?” His head turned, eyes glancing over at the forest. It’s coming from over there. 

“I don't know what love is I think that it's just fear.”  He said.  “But that could be the result of not understanding it or the time in cell.”  He said.

“While guitars are nice, I personally think other instruments should be considered more. The lute, the oud, harp guitar... Just to name a couple off the top of my head.”

The Professor had been flying his TARDIS one day. He had done some reworking on one of the main circuitry that morning and wanted to see if it had worked. But suddenly, a few sparks emitted from the console. “No, no, no, no, no…” He muttered to himself. He must have put the wrong wire in a hole. Running around the console, he flicked a few switches. Deciding to make an emergency landing, he landed the TARDIS. But he ended up falling through the time vortex and came crashing down. Once the TARDIS landed, the Professor made his way out of his ship. He opened the doors and walked out to the surrounding area. A small clearing in a forest. Setting his feet on the ground, he looked around before he collapsed to the ground out of exhaustion.

“If I want to eat a   FULL TUB OF ICE CREAM,   then I’ll eat a full tub of ice cream.   Don’t judge me.”

demons — that’s what ed was used to. ghosts, even more so. he’s seen things others could only dream of; and his wife, even more than that. but angels... they’re entities he believed in ( not a god fearing man, but one fond of the church, all the same ), but not ones he thought he’d ever witness before him. ‘i’ll be...’ are the words given in a soft breath, the man’s mouth slightly agape, his brows furrowed inward in awe. ‘i... i’m sorry,  — i don’t mean to stare... about your request: i’m not sure i can help you, but i am more than willing to try,’     @sparenone​.