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I stared out of the foggy window into the murky day. My head ached. I get these things called migraines, there basically really bad headaches.
People say the places. That they'd rather be. But what about the time. The year that you'd be happy. Perhaps you'd like 2400. Where we have spaceships instead of cars.
Standing in the rain I skipped a stone across the rainbow, Upon opening the book I saw you dance across the page.
Another short story I am working on. In 1863, A First Lieutenant of The Union army (American Civil War) wants to visit the Great Plains before they disappear forever.
I wrote the beginning of a Doc.
I walked through the maze of weeping angels. The doctor and Cecelia close behind.
We looked up. I huffed with annoyance. "Doctor meet my cousin. She has a thing for getting lost." I said with an upset face. "What are you doing down there?" The girl asked.
"Adeline you have to do most of the work this time if you really want that room." The doctor said as we walked through the vast museum. I rolled my eyes and stopped in front of a door.
On a sunny day, Jack decided to go to the year 2112. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten about a time machine, which of course was at home, and left him rather stuck.
I thought I had seen him die. 2 years ago, when I was about 13. He died, but there was this paradox where he didn't. Time stopped and we all had eye drives... And Rory and Amy didn't know me.
Ok So I'm a really big fan of Doctor Who. As in a squeel-at-new-episodes-join-fanclubs kind of fan. And I like to imagine what would happen if I wrote the episodes, not Moffat or anyone else.
I sit beside my mother's body, crying. "Doctor... You save everybody. Always. Bring her back. Please." "I can't. Not always." He says and takes my hand.
I woke up, my hair a mess. I opened my eyes a little more, at first it looked like a big blue bubble. I slipped on my glasses and looked at the shape with wide eyes.
Every adventure I have with the Doctor, I write down in my diary. So far there's been the silence, weeping angels, just... complete insanity. At least that's what I think.
I wake up in the TARDIS, as usual. I race down the stairs to find the Doctor alone. "Where are Amy and Rory?" I ask. "I don't know, I'd suspect sleeping," he mutters.
#acorns As I walked through the marketplace, an old man said to me I have the very thing for you, won't you come and see.
#acrostic. So simple is the answer. To why those rocks are there. On occasion quite some moons ago. Nigh on five thousand years. Edwin the time travelling scientist. Had a plan to rule the lands.
Oh god Opuss, how I have missed you, your words, the people, everything.
Multiplying, biding their time, Automatons far from benign. Connor seen what futures hold, He leads the resistance, futile but bold. In every time stream, men will pay, No escaping Judgement Day.
The jackal-headed god Anubis trained a hand-held anti-gravity device on the ponderous stone block and raised it easily into the air, guiding it smoothly and precisely into its planned niche in the...
Hi, my name is... Something or other. Sorry, I'm really bad when it comes to names. I just have more important things to think about.
Dear Bethan, Hello. Don't panic. This letter really is from your future self. After five minutes it will self destruct, so I recommend you read quickly. 2013 will be... Well, it'll be a year at...
#opussweeklychallange Hey Mol, It's Mol, at least Mol from the future...2013 to be precise. Well 2012 was good, or at least interesting.
Part E I G H T (huit) _*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_ I can't believe he kissed me. His lips taste like honey, as soon as he pulled away I fainted. Josh's POV I knew she would faint.