Dorian Gray the true story Once there was

Dorian Gray the true story

Once there was a boy. His name was Dorian Gray. It was a very good boy. Pure and innocent. He had a dream. He wanted to grow up and go traveling into the wide world. Then he was going to grow old calmly and live happily in his own house.

Also, he had a portrait. His own portrait. He called it “The portrait of Dorian Gray”. He liked the portrait very much, he washed it every day with soap and powder.

Everything would be alright, but there was one problem: Dorian had a girlfriend. What is wrong about that, you will ask. But you do not yet know, who she was.

Dorian’s girlfriend was a female timelord. Here she is with her TARDIS.

Dorian knew it was hopeless to ask her to marry him. She had to keep on traveling. Anyway, one day he will die, and she won’t: she can regenerate. What to do?

Once he went to visit Basil Hallward, His best friend, a mad artist. There he met lord Henry, an acquaintance of Basil’s. Lord Henry told him something about being young and beautiful, but Dorian didn’t listen. He was thinking about his own trouble, about his girlfriend. Finally he couldn’t control himself, he jumped up and shouted: “I would give my soul for never getting old and ugly, I would!”

Dorian was walking home. Somehow he felt it is going to come true, his will. The first thing he saw was that there was no TARDIS near the house. lack of the TARDIS

It happened sometimes. So Dorian started to wait. But days passed, weeks, months, and she didn’t come back. He went inside. There, on his table, lay a note. There, on his table, lay a note.

Dorian tried hard to forget her. But he couldn’t. He did terrible things, people started to hate him. His face never changed, unlike the portrait. He thought it would help him. He was wrong. So in the end he just got mad with love. He somewhy killed Basil? he thought everything could go better if he hadn’t his portrait and wasn’t so proud and happy the morning She vanished.

And then, he desided to finish all that nonsense. He went to his potrait and took out his knife. He was already a bit mad, you know.

Absolutely mad, in fact. He killed the portrait.

Oh well, he wanted to kill the portrait. He wasn’t successful. Instead, he killed himself.

The man lying on the floor was the man from the portrait. Old and ugly.

The Portrait Of Dorian Gray by Fania Daniel. The true story.