The wind whipped her hair across her face as she tucked the elastic of her poinsettia print mask behind her ears. It wasn’t December yet, but it had been one hell of a year and so she was determined to start Christmas early. The last decade had seen her gradually lose her love of the... Continue Reading →
Creative Writing: Revenge in the Garden
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. This was not the destination he intended, but it rarely was. That was half the fun. Since he first stole her, all those years ago, his beloved transport through time and space appeared to have got to know him and now... Continue Reading →