Servant Who?
“This is preposterous!” Steven complained. “How can The Doctor be a woman? What’s next, Gillian Anderson as Jane Bond?”
“I love it,” Chris smiled.
“I know you do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’ve seen how Clara hypnotizes you with that sonic screwdriver replica…”
Chris blushed. That was a show definitely not suited for children.
So… Doctor Who. Quite the crazy show, isn’t it? I haven’t watched all seasons of its return since Christopher Eccleston got the role but, for the most part, I enjoyed what I saw. David Tennant was very good, and so was Matt Smith. I still need to catch up on Capaldi’s performance but he’s quite the actor so I’m sure he nailed the part as well. The recent announcement that the next incarnation of The Doctor is going to be portrayed by a woman, namely actress Jodie Whittaker, inspired this one.
I’ve read some of the outrage online and wanted to have some semblance of fun with it even if that meant playing with other unexpected possibilities. Yet another silly entry added to the mix.
Six
“It’s been six months…” Samantha smiled.
“Really? It only feels like six seconds,” Brian retorted.
“Time flows differently in trance, dear.”
“Huh? But you said you didn’t want to do that to me.”
“I don’t remember that. Surprised you do though.”
“Remember what?”
“Nothing. It’s been six months…”
“Really? It only feels like six seconds.”
On January 18th of the current year, this site went live.
It’s been six months and I’m grateful to everyone that decided to stop by in-between and check out the random things I come up with on a regular basis. If you’ve enjoyed a single piece of my writings, I’m more than pleased. Even if you didn’t, I’m glad nonetheless.
Precisely because it’s been six months and I tend to pay attention to dates and such, I used the number six as a reference to tell yet another tale about a mesmerizing relationship where things aren’t exactly what they seem to be. Is this a consequence of conditioning or is conditioning taking place as the story goes? I’ll leave you to interpret the loop in any way you choose.
Reincarnation
Before she came along, the world was a blur of images rampaging through his mind at two hundred miles per hour.
After the first few words, the picture became clear, streaks of green turning into a garden where he could lie down and relax.
“Slow down and live more,” she said.
And so he did.
It appears we have another milestone, today. 200 pieces of micro-fiction in 200 days. Today’s entry is different because it focuses on things that go beyond fantasy. This is for everyone that thinks too much and enjoys too little of things. I’m included in that lot. I hope you’re able to overcome that, preferably alongside someone truly special.
Taking Roots
Lance opened his eyes. He stood in a perfectly upright position, feet planted on the carpet, arms semi-outstretched in awkward angles. His skin was coarse. He couldn’t move at all.
Sitting right behind him, Gwen shook her head and facepalmed.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have tried to wake him up from trance with “one, two, tree.”
Today’s short piece was born out of a mistake. Since English isn’t my native language, every now and then spelling betrays me. It doesn’t happen often but, if native speakers can choke on their language, why can’t I? My original intent for this one was of an entirely different nature (an idea I’ll probably return to in the future) but, as I was toying with words, I accidentally fumbled one and, suddenly, I had another avenue to explore. Sure, it was a completely ridiculous one but the accidental nature of it all almost demanded something of the sort.