Tuesday, 3 August 2010
the saint: the saint: Thoughts of a Time Lady
the saint: the saint: Thoughts of a Time Lady: "the saint: Thoughts of a Time Lady: '( Another of my fanfictions. please tell me what you think ) Thoughts of a Time Lady. She barely heard ..."
the saint: Thoughts of a Time Lady
the saint: Thoughts of a Time Lady: "( Another of my fanfictions. please tell me what you think ) Thoughts of a Time Lady. She barely heard his voice as he said, “ one dow..."
Thoughts of a Time Lady
( Another of my fanfictions. please tell me what you think )
Thoughts of a Time Lady.
She barely heard his voice as he said, “ one down, five more to go.”
She was thinking of the events that had led up to this moment, from the moment the president of Gallifrey had presented her with this task. At first, she had not been enthusiastic about spending time with a notorious renegade with a peculiar habit of picking up “inferior” companions.
She’s already met one; Leela, warrior of the Sevateem, and former travelling companion of the Doctor, the infamous Prydonian renegade who’d failed his exams and fleeing Gallifrey in a battered, rackety old TARDIS.
He was infuriating!
So smug, arrogant….so brilliant. The way he’d deduced the whereabouts and true form of the 1st segment of the Key to Time. If he hadn’t, she might’ve been fed to the Shrivenzale for breakfast. Oh, what a fool she’d been, ignoring the logical evidence for the damn segment. It’d been obvious the segment had been moving, so it couldn’t have been the Crown in the display case. How could she not have realised that ?!
She, the Time Lady graduate of the Academy, the one who’d scored a Triple First on her examinations, had been shown her illogical error by a Time Lord who was already moving through his regenerations like sand trickling through fingers. He’d shown her the evidence, laying it down reasonably and logically and he didn’t gloat about it, saying only, “ a bright girl like you.”
Does that mean he likes me ?
After psycho analysing him, saying how he had a compensation syndrome and all the rest, he likes her ? After so many infuriating encounters, often ending in a shouting match.
It was clear she needed to learn so much now she was seeing the universe. She’d spent most of her time on Gallifrey, learning, as the Doctor did all those centuries ago, how to be a Time Lord and observe the universe, standing proudly at the centre of time and space. He didn’t stay.
No. he decided to leave Gallifrey and travel the universe causing chaos.
Meeting the Doctor has changed my outlook on life considerably - back home, Time Lords are not thieves.
The Shobogans are…fascinating yes, but not a threat. Showing me that the universe is a sometimes unkind place, where the strong rules and the weak are hunted - the Graf Vynda Ka among them, is probably the best lesson I’ve ever learned.
That not everyone in the Universe has the same values of the Time Lord race. The same morality.
Not everyone can be automatically trusted.
Yet another reason why naivette cannot be accepted at large by the Universe. She has always automatically trusted everyone she has ever met, mostly because among the Time Lords there is no deception.
Not out here though.
Luckily, I have a learned teacher to help me.
The Doctor is a great teacher, he teaches by example and by experience, learning from his mistakes. He teaches in a way the professors at the Academy back home never could. He improvises, using all the experiences learned on his travels to help him in the present.
He’s been travelling for nearly 600 years after all. He must’ve learned something useful in all that time.
The Doctor….in the time I’ve gotten to know him, which is so brief, I’ve realised that his reputation on Gallifrey is not deserved.
Yes, he is erratic, irresponsible, highly eccentric and …he’s amazing.
Yes, Romanadvoratrelundar will definitely have the time of her lives. If she can just adjust to the eccentricities of the Doctor.
It will take a long time.
Thoughts of a Time Lady.
She barely heard his voice as he said, “ one down, five more to go.”
She was thinking of the events that had led up to this moment, from the moment the president of Gallifrey had presented her with this task. At first, she had not been enthusiastic about spending time with a notorious renegade with a peculiar habit of picking up “inferior” companions.
She’s already met one; Leela, warrior of the Sevateem, and former travelling companion of the Doctor, the infamous Prydonian renegade who’d failed his exams and fleeing Gallifrey in a battered, rackety old TARDIS.
He was infuriating!
So smug, arrogant….so brilliant. The way he’d deduced the whereabouts and true form of the 1st segment of the Key to Time. If he hadn’t, she might’ve been fed to the Shrivenzale for breakfast. Oh, what a fool she’d been, ignoring the logical evidence for the damn segment. It’d been obvious the segment had been moving, so it couldn’t have been the Crown in the display case. How could she not have realised that ?!
She, the Time Lady graduate of the Academy, the one who’d scored a Triple First on her examinations, had been shown her illogical error by a Time Lord who was already moving through his regenerations like sand trickling through fingers. He’d shown her the evidence, laying it down reasonably and logically and he didn’t gloat about it, saying only, “ a bright girl like you.”
Does that mean he likes me ?
After psycho analysing him, saying how he had a compensation syndrome and all the rest, he likes her ? After so many infuriating encounters, often ending in a shouting match.
It was clear she needed to learn so much now she was seeing the universe. She’d spent most of her time on Gallifrey, learning, as the Doctor did all those centuries ago, how to be a Time Lord and observe the universe, standing proudly at the centre of time and space. He didn’t stay.
No. he decided to leave Gallifrey and travel the universe causing chaos.
Meeting the Doctor has changed my outlook on life considerably - back home, Time Lords are not thieves.
The Shobogans are…fascinating yes, but not a threat. Showing me that the universe is a sometimes unkind place, where the strong rules and the weak are hunted - the Graf Vynda Ka among them, is probably the best lesson I’ve ever learned.
That not everyone in the Universe has the same values of the Time Lord race. The same morality.
Not everyone can be automatically trusted.
Yet another reason why naivette cannot be accepted at large by the Universe. She has always automatically trusted everyone she has ever met, mostly because among the Time Lords there is no deception.
Not out here though.
Luckily, I have a learned teacher to help me.
The Doctor is a great teacher, he teaches by example and by experience, learning from his mistakes. He teaches in a way the professors at the Academy back home never could. He improvises, using all the experiences learned on his travels to help him in the present.
He’s been travelling for nearly 600 years after all. He must’ve learned something useful in all that time.
The Doctor….in the time I’ve gotten to know him, which is so brief, I’ve realised that his reputation on Gallifrey is not deserved.
Yes, he is erratic, irresponsible, highly eccentric and …he’s amazing.
Yes, Romanadvoratrelundar will definitely have the time of her lives. If she can just adjust to the eccentricities of the Doctor.
It will take a long time.
the saint: A Donkey's Thoughts
the saint: A Donkey's Thoughts: "( One of my fanfictions. find the rest at Fanfiction net. my penname is madeye harry ) A Donkey’s Thoughts. Racing through the night re..."
the saint: I know who they arree
the saint: I know who they arree: "( Another one of my fanfictions - see the rest on Fanfiction net ) I know who they arreeee! “ I know who they arreee…!” As soon as t..."
I know who they arree
( Another one of my fanfictions - see the rest on Fanfiction net )
I know who they arreeee!
“ I know who they arreee…!”
As soon as the infra red shades pick up the cold blooded signature of the humanoid creature. As soon as I see the shape, the crested head…I realise exactly who we’re dealing with.
Silurians.
Homo Reptilia.
Someone once called them “ Eocenes “, my third life. Big nose life.
I should’ve realised we were dealing with them - who else can bio program the Earth ? Who else can use geothermal currents to ride up to the surface ?
Who else but the Silurians would live under the Surface of the Earth for millions of years ?
Silurians. The first intelligent race planet Earth has ever seen, yet for the way they act…letting loose a plague on humanity, almost starting off the destruction of humanity…..now, they seem interested in ….stealing human bodies, they might as well stop calling themselves a civilised race.
What ?
Why ?
What is the motive ? Why are they stealing people, like Amy ?
What are they after ? Are they trying to create a new plague for the human race, or is it something more worse ?
No matter what, I’ve got another chance to make peace with them. But, question is, will they listen ?
Will mankind listen ?
Probably not. The Brigadier didn’t listen, Morka the Silurian from my original encounter didn’t listen, Icthar certainly didn’t listen.
I bet I mess up with the Silurians. Again. Why is it the Silurians never listen to me, is it the face, the manners, why don’t they listen ?
I need to get Amy back safe and sound, stop the Silurians and try and make some effort to make peace between Man and Silurian.
I hope.
( One of the new silurians )
I know who they arreeee!
“ I know who they arreee…!”
As soon as the infra red shades pick up the cold blooded signature of the humanoid creature. As soon as I see the shape, the crested head…I realise exactly who we’re dealing with.
Silurians.
Homo Reptilia.
Someone once called them “ Eocenes “, my third life. Big nose life.
I should’ve realised we were dealing with them - who else can bio program the Earth ? Who else can use geothermal currents to ride up to the surface ?
Who else but the Silurians would live under the Surface of the Earth for millions of years ?
Silurians. The first intelligent race planet Earth has ever seen, yet for the way they act…letting loose a plague on humanity, almost starting off the destruction of humanity…..now, they seem interested in ….stealing human bodies, they might as well stop calling themselves a civilised race.
What ?
Why ?
What is the motive ? Why are they stealing people, like Amy ?
What are they after ? Are they trying to create a new plague for the human race, or is it something more worse ?
No matter what, I’ve got another chance to make peace with them. But, question is, will they listen ?
Will mankind listen ?
Probably not. The Brigadier didn’t listen, Morka the Silurian from my original encounter didn’t listen, Icthar certainly didn’t listen.
I bet I mess up with the Silurians. Again. Why is it the Silurians never listen to me, is it the face, the manners, why don’t they listen ?
I need to get Amy back safe and sound, stop the Silurians and try and make some effort to make peace between Man and Silurian.
I hope.
( One of the new silurians )A Donkey's Thoughts
( One of my fanfictions. find the rest at Fanfiction net. my penname is madeye harry )
A Donkey’s Thoughts.
Racing through the night reined to the coachman’s coach, I am running as fast as I can with my fellow asses, trying desperately to avoid being struck by the whip in the evil coachman’s hands. Being spanked by my father and the teachers at school are nothing compared to that.
I want to stop and take a breath, but I can’t otherwise the fat man will whip me.
I want to go home, where I can wake up and think this was a bad dream.
I wanna see my mama and papa again.
I may look like a donkey, I may sound like a donkey, but I am NOT a Donkey. I am a human boy in a Donkey ‘s clothes. I wanna stop the kids on the coach from boarding the steamboat that’ll take em to that cursed island and ruin their lives. I’m not the only one; all the other others pulling the coach are braying their heads off, trying to warn them, do anything to stop them.
3 years ago, I was a jack ass in school, always late, playing pranks and now I am a Jack ass for real. Like all the other kids, I was excited about visiting Pleasure Island. Didn’t know too much bout it actually, but I heard it was a swell joint. No school, no cops, no one telling me what to do.
Pleasure Island. Everyone’s heard of the place, everyone knows its rep.
What you don’t know is that the whole place is cursed. Found out later on that if you act stupid and mess the place, have fights and all that, you become a donkey faster than ever. All of us, me included, trashed the place - smashing a house meant to be smashed and drank lots of beer, smoked cigars, got into fights.
After the transformation, your taken into a chute, where one of the coachman’s henchmen grab ya by the ears and drag / throw you across a space full of crates of donkeys.
“ What is your name ?”
A simple question, for an evil purpose. The coachman asks this to every donkey he comes across because the transformation sometimes doesn’t go into the brain. I was unlucky enough to reply by answering.
I told him my name.
I cried, waling to see my mama, to be held securely in her arms. Begging to be turned back into a boy again, I was willing even to go back to school and be a good boy.
The coachman just cracked his whip and shouted, “ You boys’ve had ya fun! Now, pay for it!”
He was right.
We had had our fun. Being asses had turned us into donkeys, we were paying for it.
I was kept for months, waiting for the evil cursed magic to make me sound like a donkey. When I did, I was made to pull the coach with a few others.
The Coachman had taken a special pleasure in beating me. He did it to the others who pulled his coach carrying more boys who were asses in school to become asses in real life.
My name is Alexander. This is my punishment for being an ass.
( tell me what you think )
A Donkey’s Thoughts.
Racing through the night reined to the coachman’s coach, I am running as fast as I can with my fellow asses, trying desperately to avoid being struck by the whip in the evil coachman’s hands. Being spanked by my father and the teachers at school are nothing compared to that.
I want to stop and take a breath, but I can’t otherwise the fat man will whip me.
I want to go home, where I can wake up and think this was a bad dream.
I wanna see my mama and papa again.
I may look like a donkey, I may sound like a donkey, but I am NOT a Donkey. I am a human boy in a Donkey ‘s clothes. I wanna stop the kids on the coach from boarding the steamboat that’ll take em to that cursed island and ruin their lives. I’m not the only one; all the other others pulling the coach are braying their heads off, trying to warn them, do anything to stop them.
3 years ago, I was a jack ass in school, always late, playing pranks and now I am a Jack ass for real. Like all the other kids, I was excited about visiting Pleasure Island. Didn’t know too much bout it actually, but I heard it was a swell joint. No school, no cops, no one telling me what to do.
Pleasure Island. Everyone’s heard of the place, everyone knows its rep.
What you don’t know is that the whole place is cursed. Found out later on that if you act stupid and mess the place, have fights and all that, you become a donkey faster than ever. All of us, me included, trashed the place - smashing a house meant to be smashed and drank lots of beer, smoked cigars, got into fights.
After the transformation, your taken into a chute, where one of the coachman’s henchmen grab ya by the ears and drag / throw you across a space full of crates of donkeys.
“ What is your name ?”
A simple question, for an evil purpose. The coachman asks this to every donkey he comes across because the transformation sometimes doesn’t go into the brain. I was unlucky enough to reply by answering.
I told him my name.
I cried, waling to see my mama, to be held securely in her arms. Begging to be turned back into a boy again, I was willing even to go back to school and be a good boy.
The coachman just cracked his whip and shouted, “ You boys’ve had ya fun! Now, pay for it!”
He was right.
We had had our fun. Being asses had turned us into donkeys, we were paying for it.
I was kept for months, waiting for the evil cursed magic to make me sound like a donkey. When I did, I was made to pull the coach with a few others.
The Coachman had taken a special pleasure in beating me. He did it to the others who pulled his coach carrying more boys who were asses in school to become asses in real life.
My name is Alexander. This is my punishment for being an ass.
( tell me what you think )
New and the old
Above is the TARDIS set used in Daleks invasion earth, 2150 ad. starring Peter cushing, the one below is the new set used in series 
5 under Matt Smith.
5 under Matt Smith.
Where do you want to start ?
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