I could not recognize the queer visage, with its malevolent, red-rimmed eyes and purplish, hollow features. A nest of auburn hair covered the scalp, extending in tangled tangents. Twisted teeth formed an evil grin, and it too held a burning candle to its face.
I wrote this short story for school, based on the writings of Canadian humorist Stephen Leacock. Leacock wrote a hilarious piece outlining the essential cliches of 19th-20th century serialized detective fiction. It's available online under the name "The Great Detective." (An even funnier version of the discourse exists under the name "Frenzied Fiction," which I … Continue reading Death by Peanut Butter – a short story (finally!!!)
Happy New Year, everyone! (As usual, I'm a bit late in wishing people things.) Let me tell you, I've always wanted to write a Doctor Who fanfiction about Jenny (the Doctor's daughter) and a certain hit song by Tommy Tutone. Well, here's a little something I wrote in literally three minutes. (This one's for the … Continue reading “Jenny” – a Flash Fiction
Hello Mother, hello Father.... (If anyone knows what I'm referencing and you're under fifty, you're officially cool in my book.) I'm a camper at the idyllic, online retreat writers know to be Camp NaNoWriMo (not Granada), where people who can't make the November event or just want an additional similar challenge over the summer can … Continue reading Greetings from Camp NaNoWriMo + Short Story
I've got a nassssssty, Gollum-like little inner critic when it comes to writing. Now that I've finished the preliminary writing of my novelette, I'm trying to make edits and smooth out all of the rough spots before I send it to a publish-- I mean, self-publish it. Y'see, since I'm not publishing this thing with … Continue reading Editing Objectively – How, Preciousssss?
An unfinished work featuring the Figgies, the Third Doctor, the Brigadier, and Sarah Jane. Figgies Take the TARDIS (by Allison Rose) Chapter One "Where's the Doctor?" Cece Ryder asked incredulously, looking around the TARDIS control room uncertainly. That tweed-wearing, flippy-haired, bowtie-adoring Time Lord whom she'd been accompanying for the last few months was nowhere to … Continue reading Figgies Take the TARDIS
Please note that this is a semi-revised version of my Doctor Who fanfic. The Doctor here is now nine thousand years old, as opposed to nine hundred (which would be canonically incorrect). This cuts me plenty of slack between when Matt Smith became Peter Capaldi and when the Doctor eventually regenerates into this young man … Continue reading Revised: “The Little Doctor”