The best way to live is by not knowing what will happen to you at the end of the day...
-Donald Barthelme
It all started in Birmingham.

He had been lingering around a train station there, trying to think of a place to go.  As he wandered he had seen someone holding up a sign.

STEPHEN WILLIAMS

He looked around the terminal and it didn’t seem anyone was ( Read more... )

Something seems to be going around, a winter slump or what I do not know.  Long story short, I need ideas.

So yeah.  I snagged this off of savagestime  because at the moment I have zero ideas of things to write.  ZERO.  I have one sort of request I've been trying to work out and can't quite get right, but beyond that I'm hopeless.

So if anyone has any ideas, ( Read more... )

He’s gotten assigned to the research department in UNIT. It’s what he’s good at. Books are his weapon of choice, and research only seems appropriate. It is considered the bottom rung at UNIT. They are the ones who play with safety scissors and glitter and aren’t really considered at all, really. The library and stocks their homes. The ( Read more... )

I saw this make a comeback last night on brigadiertardis ' journal, and I haven't done it in a while either. Or at all since the first and only time I did it.

Request any fic of mine and I will provide you with a commentary/annotations, like a DVD extra.

I did audio commentary last time, too. I think I might do it this way again. If I can think of things to say ( Read more... )

Any physical mail (letters, packages, etc.) will end up here.

In the morning I wake up >> And in the night I sleep >> Since the day that I was born >> Repeat, repeat, repeat
(No Doubt - ‘Six Feet Under’)

10:32 A.M. his watch reads.  He’s not entirely sure if that’s a good measure of what time it is.  It’s all a bit relative when you travel inside and outside and through time.  It’s the time his watch states ( Read more... )

“Rose.”  His voice was hoarse and came out somewhere between a whine and a moan.

He was lying in bed, watching Rose examining herself in the mirror as she got herself ready for work.  They had been arguing more than usual the last couple nights.  She didn’t turn around, but her gaze met his in the mirror.  She gave him an annoyed look and an equally ( Read more... )

It’s been 155 days since the Proper Doctor left him here with Martha.

He still remembers that day well. He remembers being afraid and angry. He remembers the Daleks and Davros and everything they’ve ever done and everything they would and could do. He remembers a choice and he is told he made the wrong one. He should have given them a choice. ( Read more... )

( Cut For Spoilers To The Next Doctor )

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