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Carrots'Good afternoon, sir. It has been a while. I had calculated your safe return at zero point two five percent.'
'Yep, I missed you too, buddy. It's been a late one. Got any mail for me?'
Tony brought up the main menu screens of his holographic computer system, blitzing through the tabs with his palm as he pulled on a fresh shirt. He had some new scratches on his chest and his left arm was aching from all the quick steering in the air today. (Say, Rhodey, I'll call you back, I'm about to fly into a mountain.) For once, he wasn't in the mood to work on a project, or even to draw up some blueprints for the next one. Tonight was different. He'd a
DW: The Sea Steals People - Part 2Alex stared at the alien lions, utterly terrified. The three huge creatures stared back at her and the motionless Doctor but did not come any further forward. They seemed wary of them, and the long, wispy shadows cast by the light from the roof of the TARDIS. Which gave Alex the beginnings of an idea.
'Rahrrr!' she shouted, running towards the aliens while waving her arms above her head. The lions took a few steps backwards, more out of surprise than fear. But, instead of what she'd been hoping, they then stood their ground. Either they had seen plenty of humans do this before, or they didn't think this new creature was much of a threat. Ale
The Curtain Rises - Part 5It didn't take Liz too long to realise that she was being followed. It took her less than a second to know who was following her. But she didn't want to talk to him; not now, not after what he'd just told her. She wanted to be alone for a little while, to gather her thoughts together.
She took a detour through the Maths block, where she rarely ventured, just so she could duck out of his sight and make it quite clear to his brilliant brain that she wasn't in the mood. All that did was make him speed up. Liz wasn't sure whether that was a good thing. He obviously knew that she was avoiding the subject. So the question was this: was he so despe
I've got Easter IslandShe was in the middle of a big archaeological dig when he finally arrived. Not that the locals knew what she was actually digging for.
When he crashed, she felt the shockwave from fifty miles away and smiled. Would he never learn? Still, she had to admit she kind of liked his madcap driving. It reminded her almost of herself, back in the days of fast cars and slow Ponds. She smirked, as if at a pleasant memory, and continued to brush daintily at the dirt.
She continued to dig, back to him and looking uninterested, as the little tribe dragged him towards their leaf-and-tree throne. They sat him there, chattering in some primeval language abo
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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