In the wake of a war, places and people changed. A former resort became a war memorial. The wind grew quiet and the grass grew long, safe in the absence of travellers. All that seemed to be left was the mist and trees that sprouted from blood soaked ground ( Read more... )

He spent most days running. Sometimes, there was a purpose to his running; a few guards that seemed strangely upset over a trespasser in the Royal Court or a bomb with a timer that was ridiculously short. (Really, no timer should be that short. His trainers were scorched). Yet sometimes, there was no purpose greater than a steep hill and a strong ( Read more... )

He begins to tear the room apart. Books that have been untouched for centuries now scatter dust into the air as they thud against the sofa. Some land on their spine and fall open to once unturned pages. None of them provide anything of use. English seems to be the standard but there’s an Althgarian notebook on the top shelf and a few scrolls ( Read more... )

Or also entitled, "Where Kisha Rambles A Fair Bit About Things ( Read more... )

Somewhere, the Lord President of Gallifrey has gone insane. The head of the research laboratory says she knew from the start he was too passionate for his own good. The Ice Queen of the Academy always thought him eccentric but brilliant, a man she might admire for his vision. Too brilliant, too passionate, he tried to become a star and destroyed ( Read more... )

The following has been entered into the TARDIS mainframe via data pad and circulated through her network under a specific password that only the TARDIS (should) know.Old Girl ( Read more... )

The Master is dead ( Read more... )