#BlogBattle Week 7 theme: Cosmic
Cosmic: a fan-fiction (Doctor Who #10)
I had been fretting all week about my story. The word was cosmic. My mom had been bothering me all week about it.
“You’ve got to write your cosmic story, you’ve got to write your cosmic story,” she sang. I didn’t remember the rest of what she sang. When I asked, she was all, “write your cosmic storeeeeeeee!” in her ‘opera voice’. Well here it is mom, my cosmic story. ((Mom: I LOVE THIS GIRL))
Cosmic (inconceivably vast)
Inconceivable! I thought to myself, sitting in English class. “Cosmic; unimaginably vast,” my teacher, Mrs. Lind explained. I hate spelling tests, but this word made me think of something I experienced not long ago. In fact, it was the summer of my fifteenth birthday.
I heard a groaning, wheezing sound coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a box, an old police box that just appeared. I inched toward it, not wanting to be in the woods any longer. I had ‘lost’ my hiking group in the middle of nowhere. A man stepped out; he was wearing a long tan overcoat and converses.
“I am the Doctor,” he said. My jaw dropped open. My mother, Martha Jones, had told me fairy tales about a man who called himself The Doctor.
“Martha?” He questioned.
“My mother?”
He looked disappointed, but smiled and asked, “have you heard of me?”
I nodded.
“Would you like a ride?” I nodded again and stepped into what I thought to be the TARDIS.
I heard a strange language coming from the speaker. “Allonsy!” I toppled to the floor, he opened the door, and I peeked over his shoulder just to see an empty hallway. He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the Tardis.
Suddenly, a metal can rolled around the corner. It glanced at the doctor and screeched “You are the Doctor! You are the enemy of the Daleks! Exterminate! Exterminate!”
He pulled out something that looked like a pen. I stared in disbelief. “You are defending us with that?!”
“I know, it could be a little more sonic,” he replied. He pointed it at what I now realized to be a Dalek.
KABLAM!
The tin can exploded, sparking sparks everywhere. We ran for it, and Ten dragged me into the TARDIS. As I stepped out and said fare-well I saw my mother there her mouth open. WooshWheeWooshwee the TARDIS disappeared.
“How was your day?” my mother asked, finally returned to earth.
“Fine” I replied. “Have you ever noticed how cosmic the Tardis is?”
For Whovians, my very first fan-fiction.
Kassi G.
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