This was actually a piece I wrote for a story I was writing with a friend. It's one of my preferred ways of writing, never knowing what's coming next. It gets long and complicated as two different ideas battle to be heard but it keeps you on your toes and gets you thinking... Although reading it a year on, it now loo...
Clara's eyes are squeezed shut; a few tears slip out and drip onto the rail she is bracing herself on with dull metallic pings. Her shoulders shake with mirth, her back heaves with now-silent laughter. At some point she decides to breathe again, a loud, quavering gasp, only to release another ridiculously loud cackle...
A Whouffle One-Shot book filled with fluff, angst and anything else remotely shippy that you wish to enjoy. Mainly Eleven and Clara, though I will write Twelve and Clara if asked.