August 14, 2007 – 6:44 pm
This was my entry for a recent Big Finish short story open submissions competition. The brief - “Doctor Who changed my life”.
“Welcome for a third and final time, Doctor. And my secret is…
“I am your father… no, wait, that’s not it, sorry, memory’s not what it was… Soylent Green is people!… er… it’ll come to me in a minute… Laura Palmer’s father is BOB? The Apes’ planet is really Earth? Bruce Willis is a ghost? Your […]
November 28, 2000 – 6:34 pm
She strolled down towards Via Fossa. Three hours to get ready tonight, more than she spent for her first date with Michael Chambers in Year 12.
The door swung open, knocking the gift from her hand. Picking it up, she realized who was passing her.
“Nathan!” she called. “Happy seventeenth!”
He looked at her like she […]
He had skin of gold. In all Stuart’s nights of searching for the perfect man, he’d never found flesh of such perfection.
The boy stared all around, taking in the sights of the cobbled street. Every so often their eyes locked, and a gentle smile emerged. All too soon, his gaze started wandering again, desperately […]
Every part of Hazel that wasn’t supported by an underwire sagged visibly as she sat down at the kitchen table.
‘Well, that’s that,’ she said to the toaster in the corner, there being no one else in the house. ‘It’s just you, me and half a loaf of Mother’s Pride from now on. D’you think they’ll […]
Vince took a deep breath and burst through the door. It wasn’t what he had been expecting. No long scarves, no silver foil Cyberman costumes - some of them even had decent haircuts.
It was nice to feel like he wasn’t alone. There were other Doctor Who fans out there.
He bought a Budweiser (declining […]
“You will wait for me, won’t you?”
The warm squeeze of her shoulder told her everything.
Mel began the walk up the driveway. It had only been a few months since leaving home, yet to her parents she had been away for nearly fifteen years. She wondered what to expect: would Dad have given up […]
Stuart Alan Jones had done some seriously stupid things in his time, but this had to be right up there with the worst of them. For someone who normally felt no shame, he was absolutely shitting himself.
He looked over to his mother. She could barely raise a smile in support, but her presence was […]
“Well I think he captured us all really well,” Vince said as the Weather Girls segued into the theme music.
“Of course you do,” grumbled Stuart. “You’re the everyman hero who every mother wishes their faggoty son will meet and settle down with.”
“But you’re the one that everybody will want to fuck all night.” […]
We switch the light off and snuggle down for the night. “G’night, John Boy,” quips Alexander. We giggle gently together, then fall into that uncomfortable silence where you really want to fall asleep as quickly as possible. Only you can’t, because you want to so much, and the more you try and force yourself, the […]