Written for this prompt: Write a 400 word story in the science fiction genre. It's about an angel and should include a watch. Also use the sentence 'Is anyone there?' Bonus prompt: Your character is imprisoned.
(Doctor Who fic)
Hands over eyes. People wonder why I do that. They wouldn't believe me if I told them, so I never do. I am stone cold, a statue, imprisoned not only in a cage but within myself. I don't know why I am here, with other prisoners in this incarceration. I was just being myself out in the world.
Hands bound, body frozen. I cannot move from all the stares. My wings are useless here, just as everywhere. They are stone. People talk to be, but I cannot reply. One is kind, though. She named me Angela, she talks to me everyday. I wish she weren't here, she should instead be roaming the galaxies outside. I see stars in her eyes, whole universes. So old, yet so full of life. I wish I could say the same of myself.
My friends, my family, where are they now? I want to call out, far out into the abyss of space, "Is anyone there? " But I can't. I am frozen. Too many eyes on me.
She has gone now, the kind person. I did not see what happened, my hands were covering my eyes, yet again stuck in paralysis. There was a man. He said he'd come to get her out, then they were gone. When I could look again her cell was empty. I will miss her so much, but at least she is free again.
Streets are empty, not a bird or mouse in sight. Mist rolls slowly along the road like a sleepy wave. The night is so beautiful with its bright, shining stars above and chilly air encasing me. I can move freely now, barely touching the ground in my ecstatic haste. I can hear them, my friends. I can hear their silent song. Not far now and I'll be reunited with them after so long...
But no, of course I won't. I am stuck in this prison floating in space until my time has come. I cannot survive here, without food, without hope. Everyday the same, everyday I grow weaker. Soon, I shall be nothing but a lump of rock. I have no watch to keep track of time, but my mental clock tells me it is ticking it's last few ticks.
Hands over my eyes. I shall tell you why. I am never going to be free again, I am never going to see the stars. Just these bars, cages and walls. I weep for my lost family, I weep for my lost freedom. I weep for those around me, imprisoned in the same fate.
People wondered at my name. I did, too, for a while. Now I know why I am what I am.
A Weeping Angel.
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Oneshots and Crazy Little Stories
RastgeleWelcome to worlds of craziness, dragons, mazes and genies! Within these digital pages you will find oneshots, short stories, xreader (without romance) and even a roleplay with myself. Some of these stories I wrote when I was young, so not too good...
