Joy Ride"See, Fenn! I told you so!" grinned Eleven cheekily, pointing at a huge T-Rex.Fenn sighed, "You just wanted to say that, didn't you?"Eleven ignored her and just kept running about excitedly, gasping in admiration at all the different species of dinosaur he could see from the hill where the TARDIS had landed. Amy stepped out tentatively, "Urgh. What's that smell?"Fenn grinned back at her, "That would be the dinosaur package that the Doctor landed the TARDIS next to.""Oh," said Amy, pulling a face that made Fenn chuckle. Rory poked his head out too, "Whoa. Look at those trees, Amy- they're huge!"A giant, scaly foot fell in the middle
Old Eyes, Old HeartsThe 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 besi
Dalig Ulv StrandenThe ocean off Bad Wolf Bay washed gently over the smooth, grey shore. The wind blew across the water, bitterly cold. A solitary brown figure stood on the sand, silhouetted against the tear-washed sky. His wild brown hair, deep brown eyes and brown and blue pinstriped suit- everything about him was brown. Everything, but the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he stared out at the sea and sky.The slightly transparent image of another figure appeared behind him, her blond hair still despite the wind, her black-jacketed arms hanging by her sides. She approached the man, who turned to face her."Where are you?"Her voice echoed as she answer
Inside the PandoricaWell.That was sudden.Where to start?It's hard to start, but easy to finish, I suppose.I wonder how I'm going to fare. Stuck for all eternity with myself.It's hard- I'm nine hundred and seven.I have a lot to go on.Things about my life I'd rather change.Or to not have happened at all.All of those people.All of those places.All of the things I've done.It's hard to live with all that.Not that all of it was bad, in fact, most of it was good.But it all came down to this.The perfect prison, I had called it- it won't even let you die.This wasn't how I'd imagined my eternity.And now I see it from the other side, too
The Lonely AngelEver so softly the snow fell that night. 'Twas Christmas Eve 2005; and the white snow fell like tears. The Doctor staggered through the snow... he knew that he had seen her- remembered her- met her- for the final time.And Rose didn't know who he was.Oh, how they'd run through the stars and watch them shine- he'd never forget her smile.But she didn't know him. Not yet. She still had all that joy to come.All that pain.He collapsed, crying out in agony- he could see it coming, could almost grasp it with the tips of his fingers- the darkness. It loomed on the edge of his vision like a nightmare that the dreamer knows will come, as soo
The White.He pressed his cheek against the cold, white wall. His hands slowly stroked the obstacle- it was a wall. Just a wall.But it was so much more than that.It was the only thing that stood between him and that girl- that amazing, funny, beautiful girl. That girl he loved more than the universe itself.He wished, prayed, begged that it was just a wall- that he could turn a corner and see her there; laughing because he'd thought she'd gone. He wished he could open the door of his blue, blue box, and see her again.But he couldn't.Because he knew she was so far away.She was universes, stars, times away, on the other side of the wall.That
The DoctorNow to test the heart of a man so true... a man of suffering he is, yet enduring through great pain for the sake of others.A man of mystery, to whom no mystery is unsolved, no secret withheld. The meaning of life is no riddle to him, and in his pursuit of his answer to the eternal questions he has lost everything he holds dear, yet gained the honour and respect of the universe. No man is greater than he, yet every man is quicker to admit it than he. So humble... the day he would surrender to his demons is a terrible day for all. He has lost everything, but he has also gained everything. No other soul knows the raw and undeniable t
Vote SaxonVOTE SAXON! ....If you elect us we will:1) Introduce an annoying ringtone into everything to give you your daily irritation dose. You people are too happy. Try being a depressed psycho-maniac like Harold Saxon for a while.2) Bring weird ball-thingy aliens from the future into the past for you to start a universe-wide war! Note: rest of universe MAY fight back. Also, inter-galactic genius (who calls himself the Doctor) may come and destroy all warships.3) Introduce a world-wide satelite phone system for everyday use, with fifteen satelites. Note: will use satelites to spy on all communications world-wide, including top-secret encrypted
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