He made a grunt and attempted to move his tightfisted left hand, before the gurgle of his final breath escaped his lips in a collapsing sigh, his eyes more cold and lifeless than ever before. His hand relaxed and a slip of paper could be seen.
"I'm The Doctor, bitch." You say as you lean the chair back, throw your feet up on the table, and your hands behind your head. "No you're not, you're not even a companion. We've contacted him." You nearly fall to the floor out of shock.
A pair of twins are born minutes apart on both sides of midnight. The twin of yesterday is similar to the twin of tomorrow in all aspects except one. I like the idea of the twin of yesterday and the twin of tomorrow.
I've literally written it without the prompt. The plot is death kills fate cause fate was mean to life, and death thought he was being helpful. This causes life to hate death and fall in love with fate.
She said and looked up in the mans eyes. Even after all that beating and threatening, she was not giving in an inch. The same fire burned in her eyes as before. The look on her face said only one thing: prepare to pay for this.