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Never Always Maybe YesIt never happened.

(A blip in time, a might have been, a maybe chance of a ghost. An alternate timeline where everything collided with purple bruises and insurance and generally a banged up job of trying to get the car fender undented. But the car fender was never dented, because don't you see? Time collided, and then erased the collision from everywhere.)

It always happened.

Right. Bowtie. Wrap around, and see River drawing nearer. Wrapping around her own hand. Of course it would be blue.

Look me in the eye.

You may kiss the bride with your hand wrapped around the blue with time running the gun spits green fire spits spits spits and the

2_The Steel Mans Heart 3:7Full title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ Story 2: The Steel Man's Heart

The Doctor and Holly now have a name and a place to begin their search for answers, however, what they find is more dangerious than they thought.

Features the 10th Doctor, set shortly after leaving Donna but before the specials.
My OC: Holly Rosenburg
Rating: P-13 (mild violence, use of guns)

Part 3

After passing through the well-groomed small English garden, they reached the door of the grand and elegantly charmed mansion of the Steelman's estate. A middle-aged slender woman, who was wearing a c

The Angst of Amy PondShe lashed out with frantic hands; blindingly clawing and punching, orange hair clinging greasily to her face with a horrid mingle of sweat and raindrops. She screamed in fear and plight, a strangled, aching shriek that gurgled and boiled, hurting her throat.

"Amy!" Rory had sprung back in surprise, grabbing his wife by the wrist as to stop her struggling.

He pulled her away for the Time-Lord's frozen body but she fought back, overpowered by a sheer distress. She screamed and yelled like a tormented banshee until she managed to rip herself from Rory's clutches. She threw herself over the Doctor's body, choking on tears and words she c

An Awful Lot of RunningEven through all of the running, he still held her hand.

Rule 408: Time is not the boss of you.

All his people, under all of the different perfumes, had that same smell of cinnamon. She smelled like cinnamon and human, a strange mix of the exotic and the mundane. Because humans did smell mundane (all a bit domestic), although the very clever ones sometimes took him by surprise by smelling a bit bright. Splashes of color against a gray walled room.

River had always smelled colorful, and when he had first met her he had simply assumed that she was just very, very clever. But not too clever—she was an archaeologist, after all. He laughed

Shadow PuppetsAmy couldn't sleep. The night was closing in on her from every angle and shadows flickered and flitted across the canvas walls of her pale orange tent ("Look! It matches your hair!" the Doctor had so kindly stated). Somewhere, a wolf howled, sending shivers tremble down her back. She felt scared.

It was the Doctor's idea to go camping, not hers. Ever since she was a little girl she'd hated the fact of sleeping outside on the muddy ground with worms and beetles and spiders creeping and crawling in her clothes and her hair and-

She shuddered in horror at the mere thought.

Amy pulled the blanket up to her chin and squeezed her eyes shut. Fall

2_The Steel Mans Heart 4:7Full title: (DW OC adventures) Holly and the Doctor adventures~ Story 2: The Steel Man's Heart

The Doctor wakes up, after being druged, and finds himself faced with a Cyberman. Meanwhile Holly is led off to be John Steelman's "test subject," and after she met with Philip, Holly fears the worst is yet to come.

Features the 10th Doctor, set shortly after leaving Donna but before the specials.
My OC: Holly Rosenburg
Rating: P-13 (mild violence, use of guns)

Part 4

Holly fought and screamed as the MAID pushed her closer to the flat examination table. Next to the table was a metal rolling cart

please let me listen to you singing"Could you do it?" Kazran asked. His heart was ripping itself to shreds in his voice, but he didn't seem to notice. Everything he had was focused on the golden light spilling across her face. "Could you do this? Think about it, Doctor: one last day with your beloved. Which day would you choose?" He turned to look at him, reproach in his voice.

The Doctor closed his eyes. He could not bear to face Kazran's pain in the wake of his own preeminent future.

Those last days always came, somehow, someway.

Goodbye Susan. And I suppose, since this is the last I'm going to be able to say it: Rose Tyler— Don't look like that; I'll be seeing you a

Painting SunflowersVincent sat back in a half-broken garden chair and sighed, a bemused smile playing on the edge of his chapped lips. He felt completely at home amongst the necessities and small wonders of the garden; the way the grass was never quite green, but sometimes a little brown over there and emerald ever over here. Once upon a time, his garden had been bare, littered with scabby grey patches, semi-finished paintings and failed attempts; however, now it was bursting with colour, the warm, elegant tones of yellow that leaked from the petals of over a dozen sunflowers. Vincent eyed up the vases that cluttered the patio and arched a bushy eyebrow. Sunflo

What Colour Is The Sky, Amy?  "Aren't they beautiful?" he mused aloud.
   "What are?" I replied, never able to see what he does.
    "The stars, of course," he answered as if almost surprised that I didn't understand. His head was tilted up to face the sky, hands buried in the depths of his pockets. The landscape of the sky reflected in the pale irises of his eyes. That peculiar face of his seemed to radiate pure light and I knew that he belonged amongst the clouds and the silver sparkles of the cosmos. His whole being basked in the glow of it and it revolved around him. We were standing on top of hill in Scotland, and I w

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?
  &#

Tea and Chips"Good day for a stroll, isn't it, Rose?" the Doctor had asked her that earlier that morning in a sort of whimsical tone. He had insisted that the two of them go out for chips. "You must think that it's great to be home. Your mum's always been a real treat to be around," he said, though he sounded distracted. He craned his neck to see past the uproar of traffic gathering on the street beside them. There seemed to be a great something or other going on, but it wasn't anything that he could put his finger on. It didn't look particularly menacing.

"Mum probably heard us coming," she replied, referring to the whirring of the TARDIS, "she'll prob'

The CotWe are standing in a room, although we are far from alone. We don't know why we are there, or how we arrived. When we try to speak, no words tumble from our tongue; so instead we wait and watch patiently as if we know that something is going to happen. We feel like a spy, peering into the lives of strangers; but that is how curiosity works.

The room is white, like a hospital ward, and the walls sparkle with a cold, but welcoming glint that shines from the rows of little lightbulbs, no bigger than your palm or mine, that sit comfortably in the walls and the ceiling as if the designer of the room wanted to do all he could to banish any shadow

Chocolate In The SunHe cupped her cheeks in his fingers and forced her to look at him. She was cold, but warm at the same time. The rumbling hum of the mighty box echoed dully deep within the maze of chambers.

"What? What is it?" she giggled, tugged away as he pulled her into a child-like half-hug. "Something bothering you?"

He blinked back the tears that formed on his eyelashes and hid his face, reluctantly letting her go. She folded her arms across her breast and raised an eyebrow. He leaned back from the controls of the machine and settled into a chair. She lay on his chest, awkwardly at first, then affectionately. The gentle thud of two rhythmic heart beat

trapped in the box of my bodyHe is dying, which isn't something all that new. He's died before.

But this time it's permanent.

(he can't help but feel a vicious stab of glee at the thought)

Dying, lying on those stairs. Standing in the TARDIS, crying. Crash landing to Earth. Suicide. Murder. Tripping over his own two feet (that one had been embarrassing). Dying. Coming back. Each man a different face—here's a secret, the face doesn't matter—each man dying.

Some new man goes sauntering away. And I'm dead.

Everything I am dies.

It is strange. And you look back, just for a moment, and you see, and he sees, walking into the new face. Like salt, pouring from an

'Twas The Night'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the flat,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat.
The stockings were hung by the fireplace burning,
In hope that Saint Nick would once more be returning.

The lights were turned out and the curtains were shut
And the cookies placed, the milk poured into cups,
One for ol' Nick and one for his deer,
Then I hopped into bed to wish the day near.

Then all of sudden, an almighty clatter!
I leapt from my bed to see what was the matter,
I raced down the landing, my heart in my mouth
And into the lounge to see what was lurking about.
Then I saw, oh I saw, what one can never unsee:
Oh bu

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by ~cbrewer1421, Sep 18, 2011, 2:08:55 PM
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It was at night time, I was getting ready for bed. It was a normal day. Normal sky, normal people, normal routine. So, normally, I would go to bed at around 11:00. But just before I closed my eyes, to end this normal day, there was a noise.

I had never heard this noise before, so of course, it interested me. I jumped out of bed, and skipped to the window. I pushed the light blue curtain over slightly and looked out in wonder.

At first I saw nothing. Just the pale moon, and the dark blue night sky. With twinkling, bright stars, making curious shapes in the sky. Then I looked to the left. I saw a box.

An old looking blue box. It had a light on the top of it, it was almost as bright as the stars. It said 'Police Public Call Box' on the top. With little windows underneath the words. Underneath the windows, was a little sign. And a door handle.

"What in the world?" I whispered in a breathy voice

I was brave, so I slipped on my sandals and got my bathrobe. I ran outside, the chilly night air stunning me. I stepped in the cool, wet, grass. I had stopped running, and I started to slowley walk to the mysterious blue box. I stuck a hand out, ready to touch it.

I breathed in and swalloed. I took little steps, and finally, my pale hand touched the blue wall. And it was wood. I put my entire hand on it, and spread my fingers, feeling it. I put my other hand on it as well, and I felt the box. I breathed out, and laughed a little. I could see my breath against the blue.

"Well, your gorgeous, aren't you? But where'd you come from?" I spoke softly

I heard footsteps, and I quickly took my hands off the box and turned around. Right behind me, was a man. My face smacked against his chest, and we both gasped.

"Whoa!" I hollered as I tripped backwards

He caught my shoulders, and straightened me out. His hands were so sure, and secure.

"Yes, this is a very gorgeous box. It came from Gallifrey, my home. I brought it here. Sorry about almost taking you down, i cause a lot of trouble like that." He spoke quickly, in a british accent.

I looked at his chest, which was eye level with me, and saw a brown shirt with small red stripes in them. I also saw a red bowtie, and a brown jacket. I looked up and saw his face. Beautiful brown eyes, fair skin, and a daring smile. And dark brown hair, he had the hair of an idiot. It was so messed up, and there was so much of it.

"It's not nice to stare, but then again, I stare all the time." he said with a deep cracking in his voice, and a wider smile.

He let go of my shoulders, and stepped back. His hands to his side, and smiling.

"Who are-" I was cut off.

"Oh, sorry. I'm The Doctor. Call me The Doctor, you can also call me John Smith, or just Smith. Either is fine, but I mostly go by The Doctor." He spoke quickly again, then he ran his hand through his mass of hair. With that goofy smile still on his face.

"Doctor. Doctor who?" I asked

"Exactly." He ran off, into the box.

And I stupidly followed, thinking nothing was going to happen.

He ran to the door, and opened it. He ran inside, and I followed. I was about to open my mouth, and ask a question. But, then I saw the inside.

"It... It's..." I stuttered, not able to bring words to my mouth

He laughed and started pressing buttons, then he in my direction. He went behind me and closed the door.

"It's bigger on the inside." I breathed

He mouthed what I said at the same time I said it, it made me think he's heard this before.

"What... What is this?" I asked

"This is my TARDIS. I didn't catch your name, what was it?"

I looked at him, and smiled a little.

"Cassandra..." I was still surprised by the box.

"That's a brilliant name. Cassandra. Did you know that the Greek God, Apollo, had a human lover named Cassandra?" He talked endlessly, but I didn't mind. It wasn't annoying.

The room, had a bridge from the door to the middle of the room. Where all of these buttons and levers were, and a giant glass thing in the center. The glass thing moved up and down. And the TARDIS made a weird noise, the noise I had heard before.

"Why is it making that noise?" I asked

"Because we're traveling through time and space. It always makes that noise, its a fantastic noise." He said, his arms were crossed and he was leaning against the controls in the center of the room. Giving me space to take it all in.

"Time and space?"

He nodded, and walked toward me. He smiled the goofy smile again.

"So, all of time and space, things to see and places to go, all the time in the world. Where would you like to start, Cassandra?" He asked

I gazed at him in wonder. Who was this impossible man? I had just met him, yet I feel like I could trust him with my life. Why is that? Is it because he's confident?

He was waiting for an answer, and he raised his eyebrows in anticipation.

"Show me the stars. The planets, galaxies, aliens, the world. Everything." I said, almost as if someone made me say it.

He jumped up and down like a little kid, and his smiled wider.

"Alright! Hang on to something, Cassandra!!" He ran to the controls, and pulled a lever. An open-mouthed smile on his face, and his eyes wide with excitement.

Who was this impossible man? He was insane, enjoyable, confident, and everything that couldn't possible equal up to anyone I have ever met before.

He was a madman with a blue box. Thats what he was. But, it wasn't bad. It was exciting.

This is how I'd come to meet The Doctor. My Doctor, who had the rage of Hell, the love of a husband, the happiness of a puppy, and the kindness of a old heart. He was perfect, yet, imperfect.

My Doctor <3

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this is just something i wanted to write about the lovely, brillant, and gorgeous Doctor XD

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~Skyril2 Sep 29, 2011

Aw, that's beautiful. I loved it

*Firebound Sep 25, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

This is awesome! Thanks for writing! I really love your descriptions.

~cbrewer1421 Sep 27, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

thank you so much for reading!

*Firebound Sep 28, 2011 Student Traditional Artist

Sure! Thanks for writing!

~cbrewer1421 Sep 18, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I don't understand what your saying

~KaylatardandPoncho Sep 18, 2011 Student General Artist

Shouldn't these be switched? Like, the story where it should be, and the description in the description? I don't mean to be rude, and it's well written and all, but... >.<

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