Fic: Never to be Told
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Title: 'Never to be Told'
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Claim: Eleventh Doctor; 12 Prompts--Poetry Randomizer
Prompt: #5--A Secret Told
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: My secrets keep themselves, standing over each other like so many silent sentries.
My secrets keep themselves, standing over each other like so many silent sentries. Guarding each other from prying eyes. From those who are too curious. Or, perhaps, from those who might exploit my secrets.
You can't live as long as I have, and not gather secrets to you. It's just something that happens. Collecting secrets...it's almost my hobby. Not as much fun as knitting, say, or collecting bottle caps. But it's something. A lot of somethings.
Secrets keep me safe. Relatively speaking. They also keep me dishonest. In order to stay alive, I can't tell anyone everything. I simply tell them what they need to know. Granted, that's seldom very much. But it's enough. At least, I hope that it's enough. I can never be sure.
There are some secrets that I even keep from myself. Things that I'd prefer to forget, if only I could. Things that I wish I didn't know. That I probably have no right to know, sometimes.
Some of them come in handy, though. The least little scrap might save innumerable worlds, if I use it correctly. And then there are those that make me happy, little tidbits that I squirrel away for when I need a smile. Those are the secrets that make the other ones bearable.
Daily, my pile of secrets piles higher and higher. If I'm not careful, one day, they might collapse around me, an avalanche of all the things that I must keep to myself. I hope that they won't bury me.
More than that, I hope that they won't bury anyone else.
irishvampire13Title: 'Never to be Told'
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Claim: Eleventh Doctor; 12 Prompts--Poetry Randomizer
Prompt: #5--A Secret Told
Notes/Warnings: None
Summary: My secrets keep themselves, standing over each other like so many silent sentries.
My secrets keep themselves, standing over each other like so many silent sentries. Guarding each other from prying eyes. From those who are too curious. Or, perhaps, from those who might exploit my secrets.
You can't live as long as I have, and not gather secrets to you. It's just something that happens. Collecting secrets...it's almost my hobby. Not as much fun as knitting, say, or collecting bottle caps. But it's something. A lot of somethings.
Secrets keep me safe. Relatively speaking. They also keep me dishonest. In order to stay alive, I can't tell anyone everything. I simply tell them what they need to know. Granted, that's seldom very much. But it's enough. At least, I hope that it's enough. I can never be sure.
There are some secrets that I even keep from myself. Things that I'd prefer to forget, if only I could. Things that I wish I didn't know. That I probably have no right to know, sometimes.
Some of them come in handy, though. The least little scrap might save innumerable worlds, if I use it correctly. And then there are those that make me happy, little tidbits that I squirrel away for when I need a smile. Those are the secrets that make the other ones bearable.
Daily, my pile of secrets piles higher and higher. If I'm not careful, one day, they might collapse around me, an avalanche of all the things that I must keep to myself. I hope that they won't bury me.
More than that, I hope that they won't bury anyone else.
