|Fantasy about the theme.|
Doctor Puppet Who: Nightmares and Fairy Tales "I don't like it", Ten muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't like it at all".Doctor Puppet Who: Nightmares and Fairy Tales by CarryPhoenix
There was a rumble at his right, and Five climbed up onto the pillow next to him. Ten rolled his eyes: despite the fact that Five was the most fragile doll of them all (no wonder, he was a porcelain doll!), he never lost his chances to risk his head and everything else.
"What's there?" Five asked, trying to get comfortable and safe on his newly occupied place.
Ten pointed down at the head with a ginger short-cut under them, the owner of which immediately began fidgeting so the two dolls nearly fell off the pillow.
"I got it", Five murmured, holding on the cloth under him for dear life: Vislor Turlough was tossing and turning in his sleep, mumbling something very similar to "no, no, don't, will not...". "How long?"
"He woke me up about an hour ago with this", Ten answered. "Wait here, I'll wake Nine. He sees nightmares bet
Doctor Puppet Who Tardis Boarding School wasn't any posh place, despite its name. Its criteria of future pupils' selection were simple: anybody could become a student, but during studying he or she was to prove his or her being worthy in any way. No one was to be a genius, though being smart was also appreciated, but "human qualities", as they were called here, were to appear in each student. That could be friendliness, sincerity, kindness, bravery - all kinds of human qualities.Doctor Puppet Who by CarryPhoenix
But the students of Tardis Boarding School were united not only by that. Especially the youngest group, aged from six to nine (yes, children could get accepted to this school since six).
"Aaaarrrrgh! I got you!"
"No, you did not!"
"You have the special kind of weapon?"
"It's a screwdriver! Whirrrrrrrr!"
"Rose, screwdrivers don't go whirrrrrrr..."
"Oh no, Jack, you spoiled it all again!" The little blond girl in a Union J
OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.2) “You didn’t obey me, boy, so I will punish you. You’ll live and suffer forever!”OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.2) by CarryPhoenix
A thick rope – or were those gloved fingers? – curled around Kyon’s throat, squeezing it. And what was the most desperate? The kid couldn’t move at all – out of his body only his brain seemingly stayed alive, because thoughts were boiling in it better than any explosive chemicals.
And they boiled over when there was a sudden warm touch on his shoulders.
“Kyon?.. Talk to me. Please”.
The grip of ropes (or fingers) around his neck loosened.
“Don’t be silent. Talk to me”.
The darkness in front of Kyon’s eyes dissolved, revealing the backstage – and sea green cloth, as his head rested on Mytrice’s shoulder. The collar of his shirt and his tie were undone, and the girl’s arms were around him. They were hot. Too hot. Or was it Kyon who was too cold?.. Now th
OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.1) Paul Steamer had never expected that she would have to act as a writer. There had been a proof that some day she'd have to try it, but now, after a discussion (and not listening to her), she had been chosen as a playwright. And all because of Albert Pertwee who had agreed to take the task of organizing the performance! Literally. Of course, Albert's girlfriend Mytrice Allebloo had volunteered to help him (and her little brothers also had done this), so now they all - including the Impossible Team - had to make it so that they wouldn't be ashamed in front of all London. And children and their parents are very picky spectators.OHFE: Gallifrey'd (pt.1) by CarryPhoenix
The theme was picked from the hat. "From Gallifrey to Universe" (seriously, that was a coincidence). But Paul decided to do it alone, without any help. She was such. If the Doctor wanted to change anything, at first he would have to look at her version. Right now Paul was sitting in her room in the TARDIS, surrounded by DVDs, books, papers and everyt