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
At full height, she barely reached Logan's shoulder, which meant she was still pretty short. Her dark hair flowed freely down to her waist. He could also see tiny letters stitched onto the breast pocket of her black jumpsuit. X-23, HYDRA. Logan had his answer now, and he didn't like it one bit.
In which Allison shares an excerpt from her upcoming project, 'Premonition'.
The other day, I decided to freewrite something. The end product is a short piece that I suppose could be a prologue to a much longer sci-fi fantasy story. I don't know how far I'd be able to take this one, since I'm not particularly good at fantasy stories. I'm calling this one "Premonition," about … Continue reading Story scrap: “Premonition”
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 wrote this after seeing Doctor Who's "The Angels Take Manhattan", but before I saw "Asylum of the Daleks" or any of the stories centering around Amy's baby. Therefore, I did not know that *SPOILERS* Amy could not have kids anymore. But you never know, she could've seen a doctor in the 30s. 😉 Child … Continue reading “Child of Time”
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