Doctor Who Short Stories

Image Credit: Kelly L., Brooklyn, NY The author's comments: SPOILERS! Doctor Who Spoilers! Thank you.  Reunion “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” Was Donna’s quick response to The Doctor’s question “What else did she say?” But for a second he did not know what she meant. Then something clicked inside the Doctor’s mind. He whipped around not daring to believe what Donna had implied but at the same time desperately hoping. His insides disappeared and that reappeared very quickly. Then he began to run to her not even bothering to call her because she was running to him as well. They hugged for what felt like an eternity, and then everything jerked and went black violently. Bad Wolf The Tenth Doctor stopped looking around the unkept barn as two words pierced his conscience. He must of misheard. “Sorry- did you just say ‘Bad Wolf’?” His question had barely left his mouth when time stopped. His two counterparts froze in the act of talking to Clara, explaining. The Tenth Doctor looked around. He did not have to look far. “I was wondering when you would get it Doctor…” The woman said. She was sitting on a wooden box a few inches away. The Doctor stared and then stepped back a pace. “Rose?” He questioned disbelievingly. The woman smiled. “A little different in this form but, yeah. It’s your Rose.” She hopped off the box, “But in this form I’m called Bad Wolf.” “Rose…” “I’m so sorry but can you say anything else?” “I love you…” Still staring The Doctor came back towards her. She sat back on the floor. “I kind of figured that out thanks, I was already inside one of your heads. I saw everything. I saw-” Her words were cut off however, because The Doctor had grabbed her and forced her lips against his almost desperately. They stayed like that for a long time, and The Doctor didn’t even notice when time came unstuck again. Not until he heard First. He never told anyone that he had seen Rose. No Sleep “Doctor,” Rose shook the Tenth Doctor’s limp shoulder, “Doctor, we’re here!” The Doctor slowly lifted his face up from the control pad, “What? Oh. we’re here…” He sat up and Rose had a glimpse of bloodshot eyes and a slight five o’clock shadow peering back at her “Did you sleep last night Doctor?” Rose asked, even though she already knew the answer. “Not a wink.” He answered tiredly. So Rose took it upon herself to fix this problem before it got any worse. That night after a short but exciting adventure in the Aztec jungle, Rose sneaked up to the Doctor’s door and listened. She was checking for nightmares and she had been expecting only one. She got ten. All about past companions as far as Rose could guess. She had known that The Doctor had traveled with past people besides her, but she had not known that he had cared so much about them. It was like hearing about your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend. Rose hated to admit it, but she felt a bit jealous that she had not been the first. And she probably wouldn’t be the last. All the same, she did decide in the end to go in and offer some comfort. She knew that if she had nightmares like these, so long and each so numerous, that she would have wanted someone to hug. So she did just that. She hugged him until The Doctor regained some control over his shaking limbs. Then he hugged her back. “Rose?” “Hm?” “Please try not to leave... or die to soon.” “I’m not going to die. Don’t worry about that.” Then Doomsday came and everything changed.


I ate it. All of it. It was terrible. My taste receptors burned with acid and salt. Still, my digestive system accepted it, converting the mass consumed into precious needed energy. My next meal was twice as big, mostly blue and green, much more delicious-looking. Third rock from the sun. AJ Joseph gardens while waiting … Continue reading AMELIA JINDI: Ravenous →


Her father noticed she was still playing with the pile of tea bags. “Shall we put them away now, darling?” “Leave them. They’re my friends.” She had discovered beings that exactly resembled her true form, albeit of limited intelligence. Her next report would certainly create a stir on the mothership. David Mark Williams lives in … Continue reading DAVID MARK WILLIAMS: Tea Bags →


Every Tuesday at four in the afternoon hearts racing the trio of princesses zips down the hill and skips across the cobblestones to the village library Why all the excitement? The Harry Potter book club that’s why Every princess knows nothing compares to the secrets of wizardry hidden in books Roberta Beach Jacobson is a … Continue reading ROBERTA BEACH JACOBSON: Giggles and Magic →


18: The pelican on my shoulder reminds me to slow things down, live calmly. 25: The snake slithering up my arm symbolizes willful and unapologetic action. 33: The rose on my wrist shows me that beauty can stem from new beginnings. “Dad, what do your tattoos mean?” “Nothing,” I say. Jonah Ardiel lives and writes … Continue reading JONAH ARDIEL: Tattoo →


I float beneath the ceiling. On the red carpet, my body glows: satin, silk, jewelry worth ten times my parents’ house. My body hugs cast members, producers. Gets felt up. I miss home. The afterparty. I ride a thick line of cocaine back into my body. Feeling whole… doesn’t last. Maura Yzmore is a Midwest-based … Continue reading MAURA YZMORE: Ephemera →