“If there’s a book you really want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” - Toni Morrison

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


I wrote this for a little story thing that a friend of mine does where she posts a picture and people write a story on it. Since she doesn't have Internet access anymore, she sends a picture to me in the mail. This is a first draft, so it isn't the greatest. Hope you like and please comment! :) And as an aside - who thinks I should continue this? I've got an idea for it. ;)

This was the picture - or, rather, a variation since I can't find the original on the Internet:

I'll be adding images of what Gastrophia COULD look like in the text. :)

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“Whaddya think?” Roy asked me over the radio. We were walking in our red space suits along a red cliff wall on the planet Gastrophia. Don't asked me who chose such a dumb name for a new planet. I certainly would have chosen something better. Don't know what, but I'm sure I would think of something if I was asked. Not that I would be. I'm only an insignificant explorer who goes out with the crew to check to see if this planet is good enough.

It's the year 3999. Actually, it won't be for much longer. It's New Year's Eve right now, 10:00 p.m. Anyway, Roy and I are part Exploration Team Moon. Again, another stupid name. We've never even gone to any planet's moon. But again, I'm off topic. Roy tells me I'm really bad at doing that. As I said, it's the year 3999, and we're on an exploration to see if Gastrophia would work as a new home for humans after the scientists do some tweaking to the planet's atmosphere. Most humans are on the planet Hope now, others are on this little moon called Faith that's going to burn up soon because its sun is getting to close. It was named Hope because it was seen as a new chance for life after humans polluted earth so badly that they had to move to the next available planet...but then that was polluted, too. This is actually the fifth planet that humans may now inhabit.

“Doesn't look bad,” I answered. “Good amount of water. No aliens spotted yet. It's a little weird with the red rock, though.”

“Well, Senna had purple rock.”

“Yes, and those darn scientists went and made it all grey to make it all more 'home-like'!” I almost shouted.

“Ouch.” I could almost feel Roy wincing, even though his back was to me. “I know you're angry about it, Ami, but maybe keep it down a little?”


We walked in silence. The cliff wall seemed to be going on forever. And the cliff ledge wasn't gettting any wider, either.

Suddenly, my eyes narrowed. Did I just see a shadow move on the cliff top above? I shook my head. No, that couldn't be.

We kept walking.

There it was again! A flitting shadow appearing and then disappearing behind a rock.

“Roy...” I started, a little hesitant to be bothering about him.

“Yeah?” Roy kept walking, pulling on the rope tied around my waist a little. One of the rules is that explorers must travel in pairs with a rope tied around both of their waists for safety. The other is, don't stop walking. Never stop walking. You never know what could happen if you did. Just because the scientists checked for alien life didn't mean that they were always right. Like that incident on the planet that was named Destruction because of the terrible things that had happened there.

“Is it just me, or did you see something up there?”

The back of Roy's helmet shifted down as he looked up, still walking. There was a walk in silence for what was probably about half a minute, but felt like much longer.

“Nope,” Roy finally said. “I don't see anything.”

Suddenly, the shadow flitted out again.

“There!” I forgot myself and excitedly pointed, taking a hand off the rope.

“I see it, Ami, but keep holding onto the rope,” Roy said steadily, surprising me again with how much he could tell when his back was to me.

“Sorry, but did you see it? What do you think it is?”

“I don't know, but something doesn't feel right. Let's keep walking.”

“But to reach the base, we're going to have to walk seven miles to get around this circular cliff. But if we turned around, the base is back just two miles,” I argued, irrationally.

“But we can't turn around, can we?” the unsettlement in his voice upset me.

A kind of hissing roar sounded above our heads.


“Keep walking. At the same pace, so they don't realize that we've noticed them.”


“Don't look up, Ami!”

Too late. I had already lifted my head to gaze above me, horrified.

Three creatures were above us. They looked like three-headed dogs with very sharp teeth, except that they striped like a zebra. Except that their stripes were dark red and light red. They had blended so well into the rocks that I hadn't noticed them before, but now the red rock was turning into a brilliant yellow. Nine heads looked right into my soul with their beady eyes. The middle head of each creature snarled at me. And then, as I opened my mouth to scream, I suddenly realized that I had stopped.


As each dog leaped, Roy stepped in front of me protectively. To my great astonishment, the first dog sailed over our heads into the chasm below. It had jumped too far. Not that I was looking back at me or anything, but I hadn't told you about what that chasm looked like before. It was boiling hot lava. But humans have got around worse things on other planets before. I wouldn't be surprised if the scientists could dry up the lava. The next dog jumped too low, and got itself caught on one of the many spiky rocks jutting out of the cliff. It howled a dying moan. I flinched, and grasped on to the closest jutting rock, which happened to be not particularly spikey.

Not that I want to sound like the narrator of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, but the middle creature jumped at just the right height. It hit Roy right in the chest. It and Roy went flying towards the chasm. I screamed. And then I was holding the rock for dear life, for I felt the weight of Roy pulling me down.

The weight got stable. Opening my eyes that I had closed tight shut in fright, I saw Roy hanging over the cliff edge, his green eyes looking calmly at me, the stubble under his nose where he was trying to grow out a moustache making brown specks.

“Roy!” I screamed.

This time, I could see him flinch.

“Ouch,” his voice sounded over the radio in my spacesuit helmet.

“Roy,” I sobbed, but more quietly this time.

“Ami,” he said, calmly. “Get out your knife and cut the rope.”

“What?!” I looked at him with a shocked expression. I wouldn't be surprised if my mouth was open. “I am not leaving you!”

“Ami. Listen to me.” Roy was speaking so calmly that infuriated me. “That dog-thing bit me before it went over. Look.”

He held up his arm. Where the dog's bite had ripped the special fabric that the scientists had designed open, where Roy's arm had been, there was...stone.

“Oh my God.” I put one hand to my mouth in shock.

“I'm slowly turning to stone, Ami. I'm going to get heavier and when I'm completely stone, I'm going to pull you down. Now cut the rope.”

“No.” I shook my head obstinately. “I'm not letting you go. As soon as this expedition ends, we're going back to Hope for our wedding.”

“I know. Those were all wonderful plans.” I saw tear leave Roy's left eye and fall, shimmering, down his cheek. “But I can't marry you when I'm a statue. Go find someone else. There are lot of handsome guys on Exploration Team Moon.”

“Not funny,” I informed him.

Sorry. But honestly, Ami, you've got to let me go. Let it be a dying man's wish, if it has to come to that. I don't want you to die, Ami. You've got so much life ahead of you. Just please...” He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. When he opened them again, those beautiful green eyes were shining with tears. “I love you, Ami, but I'm stone up to my waist now. Cut the rope.

All those plans we had together,” I sobbed. “Ever since we were kids together...that one day when we were thirteen and you promised that you'd marry me someday. We've been engaged two years now.”

“It's going to be up to my neck in a moment, Ami,” he said, quietly.

I nodded and swallowed and put a hand to my pocket. Out came the pocket knife Roy had let me borrow on one of our expeditions three years ago. After the expedition, he had told me to keep it.

“I...I can't.”

“And I won't be able to talk in a moment, so it had better be the last time that I say – CUT. THE. ROPE.” Roy's voice sounded strangled.

I put the knife to the rope, and began sawing back in forth. My mind went wild. “After this is done, we'll go back to Hope, yeah? We'll get married and then we'll go to the Moon of Ploom for our honeymoon, yeah? They say it's gorgeous up there.”

The rope was half-cut. I couldn't see for the tears, but I kept sawing away. I took one hand away to swipe at my eyes so I could see again. Roy was staring at me, silently. Where his collar ended, his skin was beginning to look a little grey.


I kept sawing obstinately and wouldn't look at him.


The end got cup off. I still refused to look at him. The rope was almost cut.

“I love you.”

I looked up just as the last cord snapped. His nose was just beginning to turn to stone then as he fell. But to the last moment, his eyes still stayed on my face until they were frozen in place and I turned away and hugged the jutting rock for comfort, sobbing.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Worlds Collide ~ Chapter 3: Lucy

I'm almost done exams! One more left on Monday! Wish me luck!

I hope you enjoy this latest chapter. :) :)

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"Are you alright, miss?" The voice of a little girl broke through Martha's nothingness, stirring her back into reality.

Martha groaned. She had a splitting headache, and her back had a cramp. She opened one eye cautiously, expecting to be blinded by light. But, instead, she found herself lying on the dusty ground of a dusky, very small room. A little girl sat on a bench less than a foot away from where she was lying, with her back against something that felt hard like...

She gasped and sat up, wincing at the pain in her back. "I...I'm on a...!" she spluttered. Across from her, light came in through a window that no longer had any glass in it. This light suddenly brightened a little as it does on those summer days, fluctuating in the afternoon.

"Train," the little girl finished for her. "Yes, you're on a train."

Martha turned to survey the little girl. She seemed to be around eight years old. She had brown hair that reached just past her chin and beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a knee-length double-breasted tweed coat with a mixture of cream, green, yellow, and brown threads and dark brown buttons. She also wore a mossy brown beret. Brown sweater cuffs peeked underneath the sleeves of the coat. Her feet were adorned with cream socks under black leather Mary Janes. She was hugging a honey-coloured bear to her chest.

Lucy...with one of her brothers, who shouldn't be in the picture. xD
"What...year is this?" Martha asked. "And who are you?"

The little girl didn't even seem surprised at the question.

"It's the year...nine...teen...forty," she stressed the words with a proud flourish. "I'm Lucy Pevensie, and who are you?"

"Lucy Pev..." Martha shook her head. "No way. You're not THE Lucy Pevensie of Narnia, are you?" She clapped a hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said. Too late.

"Narnia?" Lucy looked very confused. "What's that?"

"Uhh..never mind. I meant to say...London. You're Lucy Pevensie of London, aren't you?" Martha tried to cover up her mistake in a way that she knew was just making it worse."

"Yes..." Lucy mused. "How did you know?"

"I just guessed." Martha wracked her brain for information, something clever to say. "You're on your way to the country for evacuation, aren't you?"

"Yes." Lucy's lip seem to quiver a little bit. "But...the train suddenly stopped and then there was this really bright flash. And then Peter, Susan, and Edmund were gone and you took their place." Her face became angry. "What did you do with them? Bring them back!"

Martha blinked. "What? Me? What do you mean? Are those your brothers and sisters?"

"Y-yes," Lucy half-sobbed. She put her hands to her eyes, all the while still hugging the teddy bear to her chest with her arms.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, honey." Martha eased herself into a semi-crouch and manoeuvred herself around and up so that she was sitting by Lucy. She put an arm around the little girl. Lucy made a choking noise and snuggled up close to her.

"Now, I just want you to know, I did nothing to your brothers and sisters. In fact, I have no idea how I got here." Martha held Lucy tight.

"Really?" Lucy lifted her hands away, revealing a tear-stained face.

"I was standing around where I live, and suddenly I found myself here. But don't worry, I'm sure we'll get your brothers and sister back. I have a friend named the Doctor who's going to help us," Martha assured her.

"Do you promise?" Lucy asked, looking up into Martha's eyes.

Martha gulped. This little girl was so innocent, so trusting. She had never wanted to help someone so badly. And yet, she had never met someone so strange in her life. She had travelled to the past and future with the Doctor, but in all her time with him, she had never known it was possible to meet a fictional character. Or was this little girl really fictional? She couldn't quite believe it to be so.

And so, even though she had no idea whether it would be all right in the end or not, she decided to take a chance.

"I promise."

Then she suddenly laughed. "I never told you my name! I'm Martha Jones." She smiled down at Lucy.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Jones," Lucy responded, dutifully.

"No, don't say that," Martha shook her finger at Lucy in a mock-disapproving way. "You must call me Martha. Can I call you Lucy? We're going to be great friends."

Lucy giggled. "Yes, of course."

Martha's heart warmed. Whatever was coming her way, however bad things were, this little girl had made some of it a little better. And she trusted that the Doctor would come save them...somehow.

How To Write a Really Good Book

My Blogger friend Una just wrote this beautiful and very true post about writing. I hope that you will check it out. I will provide a link underneath the excerpt.

Deep fiction is hard to write.  In order to bare the depths of a character's soul, you have to dig deep inside your own.  And frankly, sometimes it's not pleasant to get too deep.  It's not pleasant to acknowledge your own faults and flaws.  That's why it can hurt to be a writer.  Every character whom you turn inside out has a tiny bit of you in them.  A tiny bit of you that others can hate or love, loathe or adore.  Being a writer means being vulnerable and acknowledging that you have flaws.  That you have a past.  That you have troubles.  Nobody's whitewashed; not on the outside and definitely not on the inside. 

Read more.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Worlds Collide ~ Chapter 2: Through Purple Sky

I don't feel as great about this second chapter, but please let me know what you think as it keeps me going!!

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Martha stared back at the Doctor in shock. "What do you mean, time and space have been torn apart? How could that be? What caused it? What do we do?"

"I can just tell. I'm a Time Lord, you know. And I don't know," the Doctor responded with much more calmness than Martha thought even he could muster.

"But you've got to do something!" Martha cried desperately.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Just because I have no idea what is going on doesn't mean I'm not going to do anything, Martha Jones. I thought you would know that by now."

"Sorry." Martha looked down. "I just...got a little carried away, you know?"

No response. Martha snapped her head back into normal position just to see the flying back of the Doctor's familiar brown coat.

"Doctor! Wait!" Martha yelled. But suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and her words felt as if they had never left her mouth.

A brilliant flash of lightning streaked across the sky. Thunder boomed so loud that Martha's ears hurt and the ground felt like it was shaking.

Actually, it WAS shaking. Martha glanced down at her feet. Her legs were wobbling like mad, and she was sure that even terror couldn't make them move like that. And then...CRACK! The ground split underneath her feet.

"DOCTOR!" Martha screamed.

The last thing she saw was the Doctor turn around and look at her with the desperate look of one who can't believe he is about to lose someone yet again. She never could understand why she could see his face so clearly when he was on the other side of the crowd. Yet that crowd had seemed to melt away, leaving only the Doctor, just before she plunged into darkness. She didn't even feel herself falling, just suddenly blackness - as if not only the light, but her whole consciousness, had been turned off with the flick of a switch.

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The last thing the Doctor saw of Martha was her terrified face as she fell through a huge crack in the ground. He watched her disappear, helpless. In the back of his consciousness, he suddenly realized that the crowd had faded away into dust, a dust that was swirling through the stormy air and stinging his eyes. He tried to shout for Martha even though he knew it was useless, but the wind blew the words away, replacing them with a sandy taste and a grainy feel in his mouth. The Doctor  realized that he was being lifted off the ground. He gazed above him with a desperate look. The crack in the sky was pulling him like a magnet to itself.

Suddenly, he laughed out loud, and the laugh actually sounded out, but it was more like an echo of a thing gone than a thing happening in the present.

Now he could find out what was going on.

The Doctor waved a friendly hand at the fierce purple clouds and smirked at the lightning.

"Take me to your leader!" he shouted, feeling in his pockets for his most precious thing after the Tardis.

He felt the familiar lump in his pocket. His sonic screwdriver was still there.

With that last comfort, the Doctor now felt ready for whatever was going to be thrown at him. He had never faced anything as crazy as this, yes, but not all was lost. He had that inner gut feeling that Martha was still alive, he had his sonic screwdriver, and he was going to find out what the hell was going on. And then he would find Martha, and with her help, get everything back to normal. That's what his job was, anyway.

He was feeling better and better by the moment. He couldn't get to that crack in the sky fast enough. In fact, he noticed that his progress was getting slower. The wind was beginning to buffet him.

"Oh, come on!" he yelled, and shook a fist at the lightning. "You can do better than that!"

As if in answer, he suddenly felt himself being shot up towards that crack at a very fast pace. Faster and faster, nearer and nearer. He watched it come closer with growing anticipation. As the clouds hurtled past, he almost felt as if time was rushing past. As if he were moving in time and space. Not that was a new experience or anything.

The crack. He was almost there. The Doctor felt himself passing through. His foot touched a cloud, and a tingle of electricity spread through him.

"Allons-y!" he yelled his signature cry.

Worlds Collide ~ Chapter 1: It All Begins

I recently came up with a new fanfiction idea. I'll be writing this story slowly as I'm starting it completely for scratch. That means just a general idea that I'll see where it takes me as I write. Hopefully this doesn't create chaos. 

As far as I see at the moment, this story will be mainly about Doctor Who and The Lord of the Rings, with some Narnia, Les Miserables, and Once Upon a Time. This story idea sparked from one of my favourite books, Toward the Gleam (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/11035421-toward-the-gleam).

Enjoy and please let me know what you think! :D

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There is a little out-of-the-way corner on a backstreet in London where some of the poorer Londoners who still have a home live. Between two houses, there is a heap of wood, paper, and other odds and ends that nobody really cares about, except when they take the time to dig about in it to see if there could be anything use using or selling. A heap of rubbish that people walk by without taking much notice of it. And on this early morning, no one has noticed something blue sticking out. A big blue box-like thing that looks a little bit like a Port-a-Potty if you don't look closely. If one took the care to look closely, that person would see that this box is wooden, not plastic. And if one climbed on top of the rubbish heap to take an even closer look, that person would see a sign that states: Police Box. Not something that you would expect to see in 21st century London. But then again, people usually never really bother to notice this blue box, no matter where it goes.
And this box has been a lot of places. It has a long history - just like the man who owns it.

A mad man, some people call him - a mad man with a blue box. Others call him an angel, a saviour of mankind. And still others, the lonely god. In some way or another, he is all of these things. He sometimes seems a little batty, especially when you first to get to know him. But inside is a heart of gold - in fact, two hearts. For this man is not human. He is a Time Lord - the last of his kind to roam the earth. He travels through time and space just to save humanity time and time again. But the thing is, humanity doesn't know. The people on earth go around doing their daily business, never knowing that if this man was not in existence, they would have been dead long ago.

This man is called the Doctor.

At this moment, he is sitting in his blue box - the Tardis. Sitting in front of doughnut-shaped controller with a big pipe sticking in the middle, his hands behind his head and his feet on top of the control system, he contemplates life past, present, and future - the thing he has seen and the things he has done. 

A planet with twin suns, his homeland. He had a family there. He had a life there. Until a great enemy came and destroyed it all. He, the sole survivor. What a lonely life it had been ever since. He had picked up travelling companions from time to time, but it never lasted. For as a Time Lord, he lived much, much longer than any human being did. He always had to lose the ones he loved just when he realized that he did, indeed, love them. And not only the romantic love - but also the friendly and familial love.

It never lasted.

And that always brought his mind back to her. Beautiful, brave, and blond Rose Tyler. She had stolen his heart ever since the first day he met her when tracking down a monster that could control everything plastic on earth. She had stuck with him through thick and thin. Even when he sent her back home so that she wouldn't die along with him, she found a way to come back and save him. But as the Doctor now knew so well - so painfully and heartbreakingly well - something like that could never last with him. And those old enemies, the enemies who had killed the Doctor's people, stole Rose away from him. She was alive, thank God, but she was in a parallel universe. And he could never, ever see her again. Not ever - unless he ripped apart the universe, which was something the Doctor would never do. Even to see her again.

"Good morning, Doctor?"

The Doctor kept his eyes shut, making a pretense of being asleep. He tried to keep the grin from his face, but he knew it was showing a little. He knew Martha knew that he was just playing fun.

Ah, yes - Martha Jones. His latest companion. It had all been change, really. After his parting from Rose, the Doctor swore that he wouldn't take another more travelling companions. It was better to stay lonely than to have both his hearts broken over and over again. But companionship was his weakness, he supposed. After meeting Martha, aspiring doctor, in a hospital, who helped him stop a vampire-like woman. Actually, she helped save his life. In return, he promised to take her on one trip with him in his Tardis. That one trip had turned into another and another, until Martha had became a legitimate travelling companion. 

He didn't have to open his eyes to see her chocolate-coloured skin and her playful smile. He would never admit it to her, but deep down inside, he rather fancied Martha Jones. Actually, it was more than that, but he wouldn't accept it. He hadn't gotten over Rose and he never would. That was what wouldn't let him truly love anyone else. 

"Oh, come on, Doctor," Martha's teasing voice entered his thoughts. "I know very well that you aren't sleeping. Do you ever sleep anyway?"

The Doctor opened his eyes, spun his swivel chair around, and leaped out of it.

"Not if I can help it," he joked in his let's-avoid-the-subject manner.

Martha rolled her eyes. "Fine then, Mr. Secretive. But now that I'm all rested and dressed and I'm just about to have a bite to eat, I'm ready to go - wherever we're going. Is there a destination decided yet?" she ended with a question, as she pulled a granola bar out of her pocket and began to unwrap it.

"I dunno at the moment," the Doctor admitted. "Have any place in mind?"

"Not really," Martha answered though a mouthful of Oats 'n Honey bar. "I mean, we've been so many places already that I think we would have covered all my top places. We've gone practically everywhere, from Shakespeare to New New New New New York."

"A couple more 'New's there, and you would have been close," the Doctor responded, looking at a screen of the Tardis that signalled danger and that sort of thing. "And we haven't really gone everywhere, but we certainly have been around a lot of places."

Before Martha had time to make another teasing response, a loud noise sounded from outside. This wasn't your usual oh-my-gosh-what-a-big-bang-something-must-have-exploded, but much more than that. A piercing and horrible cracking noise that was several times worse than lightning and thunder combined.

"I guess we have our answer," Martha commented before the Doctor had even time to react.

"Alrighty then." The Doctor shrugged on his brown coat as Martha grabbed her red leather jacket. He was already opening the door as Martha rushed towards it. "Allons-y!"

Outside, people were rushing out of their homes, down the alleyway, and out into the open busy street. The Doctor dashed after them, with Martha trying desperately to keep up. In the street, a whole crowd of people were gathered around. Some were pointing, and others were screaming. But they all had one thing in common. They were looking up at the sky.

The sky, normally a brilliant azure, perhaps with a couple of clouds scattered here and there, was purple. A deep purple that was close to a vibrant red. Lightning dashed across the sky. And, worst of all, right where it seemed the middle of the sky was, a huge crack was splitting the sky in two. It was getting bigger and bigger, with a yawning chasm behind it. The chasm was a brilliant red-orange, and the most freakish storm that a human being could have possibly ever seen before, was taking place in it. 

"Oh my God..." Martha murmured. She turned to judge the Doctor's reaction. He was staring up at the sky with a terrible expression on his face. His eyes showed the he was far away in though. A wind was starting up, and it ruffled through his mess of brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed that morning. But it was the terrible look on his face that gave Martha a sinking feeling of despair. She had never seen the Doctor have such a terrible expression on his face in all the time she had known him. She began to tremble all over.

"Doctor, what is it?"

When he didn't respond, Martha shook his arm violently. "Doctor, tell me! What's happening?"

The Doctor slowly turned toward her and looked her in the eyes. His eyes were even more terrible than his face.

"Martha, time and space has just been torn apart."