Posts

The Techteun Nightmare

The Techteun Nightmare By Danny Nicol EPISODE 1 FORBIDDEN JOURNEY “He’s pinched my Ladyshave again !” exclaimed Yaz, “Just when I was going to do my legs!” “Well, he is the overlord of all evil, Yaz,” said the Doctor.  She was curled up by the roaring fire in the TARDIS library reading an important-looking tome History of the Time Lords . “In fact by the Master’s standards of villainy that’s quite a come-down.” She half rose from the sofa in order to admire Yaz in her police uniform. “Anyway, don’t be mardy, you look great.” “D’you think it’ll work, half travelling with you, half doing my job?” “Don’t see why not.  Now you can use your skills from outer space to sort out fair play in inner Sheffield !” “Will you be okay?” asked Yaz. “Yes, I’ll be fine,” she replied breezily, rising from the sofa. “Loads to do.  People to see.  Keep the Master in order.  And look forward to picking you up Friday.” The Doctor...
2 comments
Read more

Master Who

MASTER WHO By Danny Nicol Episode 1 JOURNEY INTO PERIL “Mirror, mirror on the TARDIS wall Who’s the best-looking of them all? Is it the Doctor?  Is it Yaz? No, it’s the boy with loads of pizzazz!” The Master chuckled as he admired himself in his dressing-table mirror, brushing his shock of black hair.  How fortunate to have regenerated with this generous mop, not to mention those eyelashes!  Above the gentle hum of the TARDIS in flight he could discern the faint hubbub of conversation from the console room next door.  Women – a sex famed for their nosiness and love of gossip.  No doubt they were talking about him , bless them. * * * * * Inside the console room the Doctor and Yaz were talking about Yaz. “I’d not have you go.  Not for the world,” said the Doctor, “But we’re a diminished fam now.  No Graham, no Ryan,” The Doctor gave a regretful frown, “I’d understand if you wanted to go back to Sheffield .” ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Three Masters

The Three Masters by Danny Nicol Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat! The heartbeat of a Time Lord… the Untempered Schism… the trauma of Gallifrey…the abuse of childhood, the torment of the Academy….the unceasing, constant rage, burning within… Rat tat tat tat! “Oi, Master, get out the bath!” intoned the Yorkshire accent of the personage knocking fiercely on the bathroom door.   “When I said you could come and stay in my TARDIS till you were less damaged, I didn’t mean you could hog the bathroom to the exclusion of Yaz and me.” “Oh crack a smile, Doctor,” chided the Master, “Not often gender stereotypes get reversed in this TARDIS.  Anyway I’ve got to make the most of my good looks.” “You’ve five minutes.  Any longer and I dump you on the next available planet!” He chuckled at the idle threat and relaxed back in the bath.   Steam rose.  Suds foamed on his golden-brown limbs....
Post a Comment
Read more