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It's like eating something after cleaning your teeth. Everything tastes weird and different. Water tastes a bit coarser and grapes are sourer. You see the world in a whole different light; you think a different way. You're not you.

You'd think that after so many time that I would get used to this. Yeah, me too. But if you've ever nearly died then you'll know that the feeling haunts you always. It's the feeling of something being pushed to the back of your mind. You used to wear a stick of celery, but that's just a story now. You used to tweet away on your recorder. The musical instrument has just been collecting dust somewhere in the depths

Because They're Lonely"Are you sure they're monsters?"

Angel looked at the stone angel in front of her. She knew enough from the Doctor who they were. Over a very long time she had watched that man, so it wasn't hard to notice the Weeping Angels. Stone figures that moved when you didn't look at them. They killed you nicely, as he put it. But not all of them killed you nicely. Some were just cruel and hurt people for a laugh. They knew that all too well.

Being an angel herself, she couldn't help but feel bad for the creatures. And that's what prompted her question.

"Sorry what?" The Doctor looked back. Underneath one of the dim T.A.R.D.I.S. basements it wasn't e

The Boy Who WaitedThey were talking about Amelia again. He could hear them. The adults rarely seemed to consider the notion that somebody might be listening in on them. That somebody might understand what they were saying. That somebody might be sorely offended by it.

'You're not considering giving it another try at least?' His mother asked softly, almost pleadingly.

'No, I just couldn't,' her aunt Sharon replied. 'She's trying my patience as it is. I couldn't possibly afford to pay another person to try and convince her. I mean, she bit the last one! Actually bit him! All because he tried to tell her the truth! I'm at my wit's end, I don't know what to say

The Doctor and You

It's late at night and you can't sleep

It's late at night and you can't sleep. It's not that you aren't tired, in fact, you are downright exhausted, it's just that after everything your mind just won't settle down.

Sitting up on the edge of your bed, the room the TARDIS has given you suddenly feels cold and alien- even though it is an exact replica of the room you have back home. It's just that time of night and the frustration in your exhausted body that makes the normally homey place anything but.

You find yourself fighting back tears of frustration and you feel trapped. You are on a ship that can go anywhere and you can go no where. You

MeThere was a time, before all the trouble and the adventures, where he walked alone through the war zones without a shield nor weapon. At this time, he found a box. It was blue like the dark and the most beautiful thing he had ever set eyes on. It was locked away, caged and put on display like an animal in a museum. With a quick glance around he slipped through its doors and had his breath stolen as he marvelled at the scene that awaited him. He was like a toddler with a new toy, never able to take his hands off of it.

"Beautiful, beautiful," was all he said. Was all he ever said. He fell in love; stronger and swifter than ever before. "Beaut

FairytaleThe room was full of sunlight. Amy Pond sat cross-legged on a well-worn blue rug, her long red hair tied back in a ponytail, her face soft and calm as she smiled.

Her daughter's hair was full of light, the soft curls so close to Amy's face she could smell the faint scent of baby shampoo. Melody looked up at her mother expectantly. Amy wrinkled her nose jokingly and opened the blue book.

"The prince was a wonderful being, his love so big that he needed two hearts just to hold it all," she read, her voice quiet in the nursery. "He made friends wherever he went, and he went everywhere on his quests. He was a different sort of prince, thou

Her Imaginary FriendThe blood seeped through her thin clothes, staining them a lush scarlet and blossoming like a flower across her stomach, chest and dripping down to her slim waist. Her skin and eyes had been drained of colour and her breaths were short and panicky. Sweat, both old drops and new ones lined her brow and the palms of her hands as she lay in the dirt, immobile and trembling; unable to move for the white hot pain that sliced through her veins.

    "H…help me," she gasped to whoever would listen. She couldn't scream; it was too painful.

     Where was he?
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Doctor Who: NostalgiaThe Doctor hates to visit the same place twice. It's probably a Time Lord thing, really, though he never got the chance to ask and never will now. It does seem to tie into how he perceives time, and his amazing memory.

What happens when he visits a place twice is that he can see how everything used to be, will be. He sees the remnants of what used to be there, observes the beginning of what he saw in the future. The pictures run alongside each other in his brain, confusing him with spectres of friends and enemies long dead, unborn.

They're quite clearly not real, of course. Just - distracting, and he can forgive his Companions if they think

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Living a Dream P20Fenn opened her eyes.

The first thing that registered was her headache. It felt like a porcupine had decided to play water polo in her brain fluid. She shut her eyes again, but that didn't help, so she decided to at least try to figure out where she was.

The second thing she registered was a ceiling. It wasn't particularly interesting, as far as ceilings go. It was concrete, smooth, and unpainted, like something underground. The thought occurred to her that she was in a bunker. But the complete absence of the sound of people in the room seemed to contradict that theory. Scratch that.

She looked further around; the walls were all made of co

Living a Dream P19The energy spread across Fenn's chest in shockwaves as they deployed the paddles. There was an electric crackle of static in the air as the artron energy flowed from the TARDIS and back again. Gwen was surprise at how still Fenn was- she didn't convulse or twitch in the way that people do when they're being shocked by a normal defibrillator. If it weren't for her blood stained shirt and the blue, crackling energy enveloping her, Gwen would have said she was sleeping.

The Doctor and Owen held the paddles in place for three minutes, letting the energy pass through. The Doctor caught Owen's eye and cried, "And... off!" They lifted the paddles,

Living a Dream P18Owen was busy in the medical bay when the Doctor arrived. Fenn was hooked up to an innumerable amount of wires and tubes, and Owen was looking downright flustered. The Doctor stepped forward, "How is she doing?"

Owen looked up at him, "Very well, considering the circumstances. By that I mean she's not dead yet."

Jack joined the conversation, "Is it the Huon energy?"

Owen nodded, looking worried. There was silence for a minute or two while Owen worked. The Doctor was desperately trying to think of something he could do. He started muttering under his breath... "Huon energy, huon energy, how to stabilise it? C'mon, think, think..." Suddenly

Living a Dream P17The corridor was lit up suddenly as Gwen, Owen and Jack appeared. Medical staff scattered everywhere like leaves, staring at the new arrivals. The Doctor ran up to them, grinning with relief. He hugged Jack, "Well, you took your time!"

Jack grinned back, "Maybe if you hadn't disabled my vortex manipulator, it wouldn't have taken as long!"

"Well, its working now, isn't it? And how long did it take you, about two minutes?"

Gwen spoke up, looking fairly unimpressed, "Only because the equipment was buried in one of the deepest, darkest corners of the hub imaginable. Now can we please get on with it? Your friend's dying, isn't she?"

The Doctor

Living a Dream P16Gwen's phone rang. She was sitting in the hub with Owen, Ianto, Tosh and Jack, discussing Jack's travels with the mysterious Doctor. She picked it up, knowing that only one person had a phone with the proper security key to contact her in the hub. She flipped it open, "Rhys? What's wrong?"

"What? Who's Rhys? Who am I talking to? Is that the Torchwood hub?"

Gwen glanced up at the others, who had fallen silent with curiosity, "Who is this? Only Rhys has the right security key to call me."

"Security keys? That technology is so old. I'm the Doctor, and I was hoping that this was Jack, or somebody from Torchwood."

Gwen looked up at Jack, "The

Living a Dream P15The TARDIS landed and the Doctor picked Fenn up and carried her out the door. He had no idea where or when they where; all that mattered was that there was a hospital nearby. He ran towards the nearest building he could see, hoping desperately that it was the hospital. He took absolutely no notice of his surroundings as he ran.

The building was a hospital- to the Doctor's eternal relief- and he ran into the emergency admittance section, feeling Fenn fading in his arms, which were by now covered in her blood. There was a queue twelve people long with broken bones or breathing problems- he almost collapsed at the idea that Fenn would die while

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The little girl followed the man as he walked through the silent library's children's section, watching him with interest. He seemed irrational, mad. He was talking to himself, waving a green light around, tapping walls. But she didn't mind. He seemed friendly enough. And it was dark in the library- the monsters live in the dark.

She could feel them peering at her from around corners, behind the countless rows of books on either side, watching her. The sun was setting early, for it was winter, and it was getting very dark. The girl drew closer to the man, feeling a slight comfort in his presence, in his altogether thereness. She stepped beside him, trying to see what he was looking at. He smiled down at her, his red bow tie and suspenders peeking out around his tweed jacket. She just had to say it.

"Something's in the shadows."

He nodded, "Probably."

She frowned at him and said indignantly, "That's not what you're supposed to say."

He squatted down so as to be level with her, "What did you want me to say? I was telling the truth."

She shied away from him, surprised by his reaction, "All the grown-ups say that demons don't exist."

He put his hand on her shoulder, and she looked at him again. He spoke quietly, almost whispering, "You see these eyes? They're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you- monsters are real."

She shivered, feeling the weight of those words, the heaviness of them on her heart. "Who are you?" she whispered back.

He smiled, "I'm the Doctor."

She looked at him doubtfully, "You don't look like a Doctor."

"Trust me." The two words hung wearily between them, as if they were overused. He looked as if he was tired of having to use those words.

"Aren't you scared of the shadows too?"

He laughed, and the girl smiled. He said, "No. It's the shadows that are scared of me."

And she believed him.

Old Eyes, Old Heartsby ~Aredell

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This is an entry for the group

's first contest based on two quotes from the Doctor Who season 6 preview.

I used the quote: "You see these eyes? They're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you- monsters are real." (The Doctor)

I love the word thereness. It's a great word. Just sayin'.

And no, this has nothing to do with anything. It just kinda popped into my head.

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~DarkMoon102 Feb 5, 2011

Thats really good, I love the way you describe everything, keep them coming

oh, could you possibly please tell me which episode/series the Doctor says - "You see these eyes? They're old eyes. And one thing I can tell you- monsters are real."? Thanks!

~NikitaDarkstar Feb 3, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Aww I really liked that, very well done. Good luck in the contest.

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