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
Living a Dream P1At first, the Doctor thought it was a brilliant idea. A quiet, peaceful, library in a country town with no aliens or evil genii trying to take over the Earth, and above all, comfy chairs. He walked in, feeling slightly uncomfortable without a companion, and sat down in a sunny, deserted corner towards the back. He smiled at some of the books he saw around him; The Odyssey, The Mayan Code, Angels and Demons, Dracula. Humans always struck him as having such vivid and wonderful imaginations. He took down a pile of books, and began to read.Half an hour later, having chewed through at least 20 books, he sat back in his chair, enjoying the peacef
Living a Dream P2Fenn dragged the Doctor onto the street outside, which was populated by a few shops and a tavern at the end. There was barely anyone around- it was mid-morning on a weekday, so most of the town's population were out doing their respective jobs. Fenn pulled the Doctor down the street until they reached a small, cramped, European-style townhouse, squashed between a tailor's and a bookstore. She unlocked the door quickly, while the Doctor stood sheepishly behind her, wondering what in the world was going on. They stepped quickly through the door, into the dark, cool hallway beyond."Wait in the study; I'll be there in a minute."The Doctor wan
Living a Dream P3Fenn opened the old wooden box, setting out its contents on the desk for the Doctor to see. His eyes grew wider and wider with astonishment as the objects were laid, one by one, before him. He picked them up, wondering how on Earth he couldn't have known about this.First, there was a model TARDIS, almost exactly the same as his own. Next came the figurines- of himself, Rose, Jack, Donna and Martha, all correct down to the clothes they wore. Then there was a toy sonic screwdriver, exactly matching his own, and a t-shirt. He unfolded the shirt, and gasped at the picture painted on it.It was a Dalek, painted red and gazing at him in all of i
Living a Dream P4Hannah clapped her hands excitedly, "Oh, I always wanted to go to the proms! Which one should we go to, Fenn?"The TARDIS throbbed gently around them, a calm green-blue light coming from the glowing centre console. The Doctor walked around the console, flicking switches and levers, pressing buttons, and generally making sure his ship was still in good condition.They had been through the usual "ooh"s and "aah"s that came when a new visitor entered the time machine- though these two girls had seemed surprisingly familiar with the TARDIS interior. Fenn could even name a few of the switches, and Hannah seemed very comfortable in his beaten-up
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
This.Then that dream-The elusive thought, caught in a web of thin light- Floated through my mind;Borne upon a cloud of heaven-Your fingers entwined with mineIn mutual embraceTwo strings of fate touching at lastAfter eternal patienceTwo destinies colliding in infinite majestyAs the waters of time swirl past usGlowing; adorned with fool's gold;Time cannot tarnish ThisIt is too bright to fade-We, together, shine outA beacon in this stormI am the candle-And you are my tower.Together we standApart as oneSharing This.
DreamsI opened my eyes. I was laying on something undecidedly solid, surrounded by darkness. But there! A flash!Suddenly I saw it all- thousands of multi-coloured lights threading their way through darkness at super speeds, so fast your brain can barely register them before they disappear. It was an astonishingly beautiful sight, but I was too confused to admire astonishingly beautiful sights.There was a shadowy figure in the distance."Hello! Where am I? How did I get here?" I called.The figure came closer. It was my nerdy friend Arthur. I had no idea what he was doing there, but I was glad that he WAS there."By my reckoning, we have trav
Peaceful Ocean ShoreYou are sitting on a ledge. The sand it is made of is coarse, grainy- each piece so small, yet not small enough to be soft. The sun rests on your back, warming you like a gentle fire in the sand. Your feet hang over the ledge, dipping into a cool, fresh pool of water at the bottom. It laps at your ankles, refreshingly calm.You listen- the sound of gulls in the distance, crying out in anguish as they dive beneath the waves like the harpoons of the sky. There is a roaring sound nearby- the waves of an ocean breaking on the shore of the sandy beach. The roaring rises to a crescendo and then falls back like a defeated beast, only to launch anot
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