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Emergency services buzzed around the car like flies around carrion. Police officers with notebooks out shouted at road safety workers, arguing about the importance of preserving the scene versus reopening the motorway.

In the end, the police conceded and the car was hauled away. There was no evidence to be gathered, nothing but the testimony of the other drivers and the distant, poorly angled CCTV video.

They handed the footage off to experts. They even showed it to a magician. The conclusion was unanimous.

In the middle of the motorway, the driver of the car had vanished from his seat.


Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Kent Bonham for providing the prompt photo!

Welcome to Living Authors’ Society’s Doctor Who Discussions. This week, we’ve called a special discussion to deal with the fact that parts of the Internet are, metaphorically speaking, currently on fire.

Jaden: Emergency the Doctor is a woman discussion?
JA: I mean, I don’t know how much I have to say.
Jaden: You mean this casting didn’t literally ruin 54 years of history for you and signal the demise of the franchise?
Jaden: yeah but this time it’s different
the doctor has boobs
JA: Sweet Omega, you’re right. I can take the Doctor being old, young, Scottish, northern, but having boobs is the last line.
It’s like the Doctor’s whole body changed during regeneration or something.
Jaden: Although I am a little bit afraid they are gonna Supergirl it
JA: This would be my one fear.
But bad writing occurs regardless of the Doctor’s genitals, so I’m not too bothered.
Jaden: But bad Doctor Who is often uniquely bad, in a way no other show can be bad,
There’s no other show on earth where you can say an episode was terrible because a moon was an egg, or a woman suggests leaving children to die so they dont miss their mothers during a crisis of sentient trees
JA: Because there’s no other show willing to engage in stories that mad and wild. Doctor Who is bold and bright and beautiful and it always aims beyond its reach. This means, of course, that it often misses more spectacularly than any other show, but I’ll take Love and Monsters if I can get Blink and I’ll take In the Forest of the Night if I can get Listen.
Jaden: So please dear Chibnall don’t be lame and make this a “the universe learns a GIRL can save the world too” series arc.
JA: I second this. I think that this is an area where showing not telling really applies.
Just give us women being awesome. You don’t need to tell us how awesome they are.
Jaden: Moffat, for all the praise I heap on him, was guilty of that sometimes.
JA: Very occasionally, I think.
There were a lot of men being rubbish jokes, which aren’t quite the same thing.
Although I could have done with less of them.
Jaden: Well whatserface and lizard lady wound up saying “look, we’re GAY” every five minutes despite good setup
JA: True.
But they were so awesome I didn’t care.
Jaden: Don’t give whatshisface any excuses
I’ve been up since 5, I’m too tired to remember names
JA: I don’t intend on giving Chibnall any excuses.
But today, for once, I’m not annoyed with him. lol
Jaden: Do you think there should be any sort of explanation for the female incarnation?
JA: No.
Say that it’s rarer, maybe, but otherwise, just leave it as a regeneration.
I would assume that Time Lords tend to stay closer to their “baseline” form, but some regenerations cause more major differences.
Jaden: yeah I agree.
Just basically I hope they dont treat it as all that different
JA: Same.
An idea I can’t take credit for because I found it on the Internet:
The Doctor suddenly freaks out about the regeneration and tries to find a mirror. She looks at it and says “It’s been a while since I was blonde.”
Jaden: I’ll be waiting for a “ohhhh and STILL not ginger”
though when is the last time we had a blonde doctor?
JA: Colin Baker?
I think.
Yeah, Colin Baker.
Who has been pretty amazing on Twitter today.
Jaden: is his childhood ruined?
JA: 
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Jaden: I’m sure he’s just hiding his devastation
JA: Clearly. After, how could a former Doctor be OK with the DEATH OF THE SHOW?
Jaden: “I’m not the worst thing to happen to the show anymore?”
JA: Hey. It wasn’t his fault.
He wanted a black costume. They gave him an outfit in every color except black.
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Jaden: btw I just made the entirely reasonable decision to check the youtube comments for this announcement. Top one: “I’m not mad because it’s a female doctor. I’m mad because the only reason they did it was political correctness.”
I facepalmed so hard i think i have a concussion
JA: See, here’s the thing. And this goes into a lot of this “I’m not racist/sexist/homophobic, but…” BS.
A white man is not neutral.
You’re still making a statement.
Choosing to cast a male Doctor over a female would be just as much of a biased choice made for political reasons.
Also, don’t read YouTube comments. lol
Jaden: I don’t really think casting the doctor is/should be a statement. It’s whoever fits the vision for the moment. Like, had Tennant not been the doctor maybe Chibnall would’ve picked him for the same reasons (I’m assuming) they picked her. Talented actor not too big a name who has worked with him before.
JA: I think Chibnall said he wanted a female Doctor. Which I will defend, because we’ve had 12/13 male Doctors. It’s well past time for something else.
Jaden: Yeah the “it’s been male for 54 years” thing works both ways
Like the Doctor amirite
JA: Yeah, the only question for is whether Jodie Whittaker is the right choice, not whether a female Doctor is the right choice.
And I think she is.
Jaden: Shes got intense eyes. The only physical trait that is a must
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JA: This clip sold me:
That’s some quality Doctor-esque speechmaking.
And you are spot on about the eyes.
Jaden: The Doctor sounds weird with an english accent
JA: I really hope she keeps her natural accent.
Jaden: is that it?
JA: In the clip? Yes.
She’s done different accents in other things.
Jaden: yeah i can imagine that working. just as long as the monologue is less preachy than an episode of cosmos
JA: There are few things more preachy than Cosmos.
Jaden: I think I’ve seen sermons less preachy than Cosmos
Do you see sermons?
Attend?
JA: I do.
Most are less preachy than Cosmos.
Jaden: So it sounds like Chibnall has literally one job now. Putting odds 2:5 on him screwing up Supergirl style
JA: I keep getting all excited about the Doctor and then remembering it’s Chibnall and getting hesitant again.
Please, Chibnall, prove me wrong about you.
Jaden: I should watch more than the first episode of broadchurch
JA: Broadchurch is actually really good for the first series.
And then series two is so boring.
So I don’t know what to think.
Jaden: So iZombie?
JA: More than iZombie.
Jaden: I’m trying to remember my other question I was interested in hearing your thoughts on
JA: The problem of evil? Is the cat alive or dead?
How much do I hate Hemmingway?
Jaden: Why are there no fish in the fish pond?
JA: Ducks.
Jaden: whatever.
JA: Apparently they filmed an explanation and it was cut. I assume it was the cracks.
Jaden: the doctors a girl now the shows dead anyway
JA: Very true.
RIP the show
Jaden: at least we still have ghostbusters
JA: Oh, yes, that time Hollywood tried to get people to see a crappy remake by saying it was feminist.
Jaden: 9 and 13 talking about democracy or something
I like how people are saying her being a woman is the only reason she got the role. Not having worked with two doctors and the showrunner before
I’m on the Whittaker hype train. The only brakes are Chibnall
JA: I would like a ticket for that train.
Let’s hope a mummy doesn’t kill us.
Jaden: lol good a line to end on as any. though im trying to think of a shoehorned twilight zone reference
And yet he never did. Join us for our discussion of the Christmas Special, when we’ll see Peter Capaldi bow out, Jodie Whittaker step in, and the ghost of William Hartnell just hang out. 

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Demolition started Monday. The crew would come in with their wrecking ball, smashing through brick and wood, reducing it all to pebbles and matchsticks. The dust would rise like a great mist and then there would only be silence.

The building stood and remembered the things that would soon be lost.

Memories were etched into wood and stone, drifting like ghosts in the stillness.

If you listened closely, you could hear them.

The laugh of a young child, one of seven, fighting to survive in a room made for two.

The tears of a new widow that had stained deep into the crumpled letter in her hands, making the words run in black rivers.

The slamming of a door by hands that never opened it again.

The clapping of proud parents, eyes glistening and smiles broad.

The patter of first footsteps, wobbling but determined.

A thousand stories hung in the air, so many people remembered in fragments of old memory, fading like photographs in a scrapbook.

Demolition started Monday.

But today was Sunday.

And it was a Sunday for remembering.


Word Count: 180

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction. Thanks to Mike Vore for providing the prompt photo!

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Barefoot, she dances, toes skirting through rainwater.

The trees seem greener, the sky bluer, and the birdsong brighter.

Even in the artificial tennis court, fences and nets like prisons bars, the spirit of the forest reigns.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Sam Burriss for providing the prompt photo!

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Deep in the dark, dwarfs fashioned gifts for a mighty king: a candle that burnt with a light only the holder could see and a jar that held the wind.

The gifts were put in the king’s daughter’s room to gather dust.

His daughter grew. So did his enemies.

There came a day when the gates were torn asunder and the halls were red with blood and fire. Fearful, the daughter leapt to the window and opened the jar.

The wind lifted her to safety.

She ran through the night, guided by a light no other eyes could see.


Word Count: 99

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Janet Webb for providing the prompt photo!

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In the dark and silent day, the call goes out.

“Stack the chairs and bar the doors!”

Then they wait in trembling stillness for the footsteps to stop in the halls.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Daniel Von Appen for providing the prompt photo!

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One step after the other. Feel the song. It’s simple.

Orange light streaks through the clouds. Like she’s dancing on fire. The clouds are soft under her bare toes, rising up around her ankles.

Below, cars, roads, and buildings drift past. Gravity-bound grids of ground-walkers.

Most of them don’t even look at the sky, shot through with shimmering lights, and the rings of clouds, billowing like ripples in a pond. They don’t hear the song of the birds or heed the beautiful mystery of shadows.

She spares them a laugh, sweet as spring’s first lily, and a tear, glistening golden as it falls in a single raindrop.

Clouddancer watches the Sun fall below the distant hills and dances a greeting to first twinkling stars.

And the stars dance back.


Word Count: 129

This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Footy and Foodie for providing the prompt photo!