Okay, so this is what you’ve been waiting for. These are just excerpts of the first three stories in my novel, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them! Keep in mind these are very rough drafts and most of the excerpts will probably change. Tell me what you think in the comments.
-Dana x
This is an excerpt from The Origins of the Cybermen:
Milo knew that if he stopped running, he would die. But he had to stop. His sides were beginning to sting painfully in protest. Slowing down to a quick pace he looked up and down the dark corridor, the lights flickering. Nothing. Not a sound. He wiped sweat from his pale, frightened face, trying to steady his breathing.
Keeping his back against the wall, he started to edge towards the nearest door. But all these doors seemed to lead to more corridors, no exit. It was like a maze.
Suddenly without warning, he was grabbed from behind. Realizing to late that he was leaning against a door. Two burly security guards in dark blue suits, and blank expressions seized him from either side, grabbing his arms, and forced him painfully to his knees. The guard on his right, grabbed a fist full on Milo’s dark hair and forced his head upwards. The guard on his left forced his mouth open.
Although his head was tilted towards the ceiling, he could see a tall, thin, man with gray hair, a tooth brush mustache, and dark gray eyes walking slowly towards him. Milo stiffened.
“You should have stayed in the lab,” Said the man as he walked closer “Once you enter these doors you’re ours.”
Milo could finally see the man, he was leaning right over him. The guard on his left, used his hand to hold Milo’s mouth open. Milo struggled, but it was to no avail. The man slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small, harmless, looking bluish white pill.
Milo, spoke as best he could, he could barely manage a whisper as the man lend forward.
“Why are you doing this?” He chocked.
“Doing what?” said the Man with a slight smile on his thin, lips as he forced the pill down Milo’s throat. “You did volunteer.”
Excerpt from The Findorian Complex:
Opening the TARDIS door, the cold hit them both like a brick wall. Donna screwed her eyes against the chill. Through her limited vision, she could see tall cliffs of white stone; She stepped outside and was shocked to feel her feet hit something wet. Looking down, her feet were submerged in icy water. They had landed on a desolate beach.
Forcing her eyes open wider, Donna could see that they were miles away from civilization, it seemed. She began to shiver. Turning her head round, she was about to yell for The Doctor, but there was no need. He was already standing next to her and holding a long black woolen coat. She put it on gratefully.
“Can’t you ever wear anything practical?” The Doctor teased.
“Says the man with only two suits.”
“I have more than two,” The Doctor challenged dusting off his brown suit lightly. Putting on his coat. “I just happen to like these two colors. Is that a crime?”
“Suppose not. And anyway, how can I dress accordingly if I have no idea where we’re going?” She smiled at him.
“I don’t know where we’re going half the time either,” The Doctor answered stepping out of the TARDIS and jumping slightly as his trainer sunk into the ankle deep water. Looking from side to side, he saw that the shore wasn’t that far away. Backing slightly into the TARDIS he braced himself. With an almighty jump he landed perfectly on the stony landscape. He turned to Donna who was looking uncertainly at the distance between the water and the shore.
“Come on Donna! You can’t stay in there all day!”
“Don’t rush me space man! I happen to like this dress I’m wearing!”
The Doctor sighed and put his hands in his pockets. Donna, braced herself in the same way he had and jumped. But instead of landing like The Doctor had, she landed right in a puddle of luke warm water. Her new, green dress soaked along with the coat. She staggered.
“Need a hand?” The Doctor asked turning back to her.
She looked up at him, with a deadpan expression.
“Thanks. For. Nothing.”
The Doctor chuckled.
Except from Stones of Time:
The darkness, seemed absolute. The stars, that shawn every night, were absorbed by the inky black. A women with soft brown hair, a plump frame, and great blue eyes was walking along a stony, dirt road. She wrapped her arms around herself with the aid of her cloak, trying to keep warm against the biting cold wind. Looking ahead, she could see that the town she was heading towards, was at least another ten minute walk. But she could see the town illuminated by it’s torches, like beacons. Her pace quickened.
About five minutes away from the small village, she stopped dead. Feeling a chill that had nothing to do with the night. A scream filled the air and broke the din. It was completely shattering, that the woman felt as though it was consuming her very essence. As she half ran, half walked towards the village, she could see men, women, and children alike running away from it. She tried to stop them, but no one wanted to. Grabbing whatever they could from their homes and legging it as fast as they could.
Confused, Anya pushed forward through the teeming crowd of people. There did not seem to be any immediate danger. She could not see what they were possibly running from. All she knew was that she had to find her son. He worked in the old mill half way across the village and it was not long before it came into view. Anya blanched, and stood stalk still at the scene. The mill was on fire.
She was transfixed, her legs did not seem as though they wanted to move. A man who was stained with ash from head to foot, slammed into her as he ran. She seemed to break out of the trance.
“For all that’s holy, run my dear! RUN!” The man yelled after her. Anya moved forward, towards the mill. She had to find Micka. Soon, there was silence, she looked about her. She was alone. Completely alone. She tried to steady her breathing as she walked towards the burning building. It was impossible to think that anyone could survive this. She tried to push the thought out of her head.
Moving a little closer, she could feel the intense heat of the flames and took a step backwards, shielding her eyes. There was no way she could get inside. As she walked around the perimineter of the mill, slabs of wood began to fall at random. There was no way inside.
Her eyes seemed to move beyond the mill as she began to take in the rest of the village. It all was going up in flames. But what could have caused this? Where was her son? Anya looked desperately around her. There was no sign of life. She had to try and get out of here, as fast as she could. Back to her family. Tears stained her face. As she turned to walk away, there was a sound of movement from behind her. Turning back towards the mill, her gaze was met by a shockingly electric blue eye.
“EXTERMINATE!” The creature said.
There was a horrible flash of light, and Anya’s body glowed a toxic green. She dropped to the ground, dead before she hit it.
