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Doctor Puppet Who: Picture Imperfect "Hey-hey-hey. That's some risky business, hmm? What if someone sees you?!"Doctor Puppet Who: Picture Imperfect by CarryPhoenix
"Let me be a toy, but I don't have to give up my opinion".
"Old and new, hahahah", the leather doll, lying on its stomach on the pillow above the two arguers - a crocheted doll and an action figure - mused. "One! Eleven! Would some of you explain what you're talking about?"
"Eleven wants to visit the room of the older group, Nine". A porcelain doll of beige and red colors climbed onto the bed containing an eight-year-old blond girl sound asleep. You really shouldn't be so reckless in such exercises, Nine thought. "He noticed something odd".
"What kind of odd, Five? And next time wait until I get down to you. I'm softer than you. If you fall, it may all finish in bump and tears", Nine mentioned.
"Oh, Nine, you know our Eleven... and our One".
"You do. And you know that I won't sleep for the rest of the night until I learn w
Promise "...Get lost".Promise by CarryPhoenix
"Why should I?"
"You're following me".
"Because I walk in the same direction?"
Mytrice Allebloo wanted to stay alone. All alone. Wandering home after events like this was the best cure from rage, disappointment, sadness and all the mix of emotions which enveloped her to the core. Again, again, again! How could she stay this naive?! She had gone to this meeting of ex-classmates - just to find out that nothing changed for the better. At least she didn't change. Everybody stayed normal, apart from her, this is why she had sneaked out of the cafe where the ex-class was having fun.
And now someone was following her in the darkness. Why "someone"? She knew very well who it was. It was not one of those with whom she had studied. Just a salesman from her favourite bookstore. Yes, yes. Albert Pertwee, aka Old Boy for those who loved mocking people.
Doctor Puppet Who: 'Wh-' Questions Students of the younger group of Tardis Boarding School had different ways of getting prepared for everyday and special events. And here that was a specific case. A few days ago Mr. Smith had announced about the Six Minds tournament, in which every school was to take place. This was a kind of intellectual competition, the main principle of which was answering a certain kind of questions - not about facts, but about something curious hidden in casual. The unknown about the known. The team had been formed quickly: Adric, Zoe, Harold Magister, Martha, Vislor and Grace had become the "six minds". And, to speak truth, they wouldn't mind if Nyssa, or River Song, or Steven, or someone else witty from the older group would join them, but no. The rules about age and amount of players were strict.Doctor Puppet Who: 'Wh-' Questions by CarryPhoenix
The competition was to take place tomorrow, and the "six minds" were attempting to cope with anxiety. Adric was deep in his favourite Giant Book of Mind Challenges (from which
Time Bubbles: First FlightNote: Read Author's Comments if you don't understand what's going on.Time Bubbles: First Flight by CarryPhoenix
"What are you up to, old Thistles?"
"We'll play a little trick on them". Thistles picked a long pipe and a handful of darts from his sporran - despite all the fashion questions, he enjoyed walking around in a kilt. Just so. Right now he and the eleventh representative of the Turner clan, little Glimmer, were hiding in the bushes, watching out for the Saxoboom twins. Officially they were Saxobeat Master and Thunder Master - the first an ordinary, the second a mage, and both not the best friends for the Turners, actually their opponents. At least...
"They're coming!" Glimmer squeaked, but Thistles covered his mouth with his palm. The younger boy nodded in acceptance and was released.
"And hide your magic. What you're going to see is about skill and nothing more". Thistles loaded the pipe with the darts, pressed its end to his lips and leaned down, frowning a bi
I am a simple student. My love is languages, so I study English, German and Chinese. I also write stories and poetry.|
Current Residence: Everywhere I can be in
Favourite genre of music: Music with sense
Favourite style of art: Fantasy
Operating System: Windows XP
Favourite cartoon character: Rocket from "Galactik Football"
Personal Quote: I don't lie. I tell incredible things or the ones you don't believe in