Enemy in the Snow - A Drabble

He fell into the soft blanket of snow, icy white particles burning his face with cold.

He hoisted himself back up with great effort, gasping as he found his feet again. All the energy in his body had been drained by the freezing atmosphere, making it difficult for him to do little more than shiver.

But he had to carry on.

He could hear it lumbering behind him. Heavy crunching footsteps in the snow.

Terrified, he staggered on, but again he took a plunge.

Rolled over onto his back.

Saw the hideous green creature coming down on top of him...

Lost - A Drabble

"It's this way," the Doctor declared with absolutely no doubt at all.

He marched valiantly onwards, with Peri tagging along behind, as his eyes scoured the bizarre map.

"Can you even read that thing?" his companion muttered as she rubbed her trembling shoulders. It's awfully cold in here, she thought gloomily.

"Of course! With a mind like mine, anything can be decrypted!"

Oh, the arrogance!

The pair rounded a corner, and the Doctor collided with a dead-end, the map floating gracefully out of his hands, onto the stone floor.

"Peri?"

"Yes, Doctor?" she replied with a knowing smirk.

"We're lost..."

Ghosts From the Future - A Drabble

He was sat on the edge of the Universe, right at the end of time.

But despite the eternal calm, he was frowning. Frowning at the apparent junkyard that surrounded him on this lonely asteroid.

Littered on the ground were ancient, rusted remains of Gallifreyan artefacts. Golden seals of Rassilon, charred and faded. Parts of dead TARDISes and SIDRATS. There were even a few Dalek eyestalks half-buried in the sand.

He turned back to the stars, sipping his tea at the end of time, where all of the worst bits of the past washed up.

 

Or, in his case...the future...

- Fan Fiction - 'A New Beginning' - A Drabble -

The charred remains of the Master lay dormant, the pale moonlight revealing him to be no more than an empty, dead shell.

Another figure lurked in the shadows, a slight smile upon his moustached mouth.

“So this is my final destiny…” he muttered, glancing down at his closed fist, which opened to reveal a glowing green ring sitting at the centre of his palm.

“…Or so they thought…”

As he shrank away into the darkness, he laughed with twisted glee, stepping over the corpse of a woman with red fingernails, her body reduced to the size of a child’s doll.

- Fan Fiction - 'Never Play Chess With Yourself' - A Drabble -

Seven moved his pawn carefully across the board.

Six allowed himself a small grin.

Too easy, he thought proudly to himself, He’s no good at all!

Moving his own piece, Six then leant back in his chair, arms folded defiantly, as he announced, “Check!”

“Mate,” was Seven’s unexpected reply, as, seemingly from nowhere, he moved another piece, overthrowing the Queen.

“What?” Six leapt to his feet in shock, appalled at this sudden turn-around.

“Maybe a pie eating contest would be more appropriate for you? You’ve certainly had the practice…”

Seven was slightly unnerved by the look his opponent gave him.