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The Little Monster That Ate The VillageThere once
was a little monster that lived in a village in the mountains and didn't have a
heart. He also didn't have a name. He never had one and he didn't know how he
should be called. People used to call him however they liked, Book, Radio,
Shoe, Dog But the little monster never felt like anything of those names, so
he started eating the people calling him names he didn't like.
"Hello, Book", said the baker.
"GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!" the baker was eaten.
And the monster grew.
"Hello, Radio", said the fisherman.
"GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!" the fisherman was eaten.
And the monster grew more.
"Hello, Shoe", said the sheep-herder.
"GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!" the sheep-herder was eaten.
And the monster grew more and more.
"Hello, Dog", said the vicar.
"GOBBLE GOBBLE GRAR!" vicar was eaten.
And the monster grew even more and more and even more.
After every "Hello" there was always a "GOBBLE GOBBLE
GRAR!" and soon the monster grew so big that he could see the whole village
from above. And then he re
Stuck - A Master ficletteThe Master was forced to regenerate. It happened 10 years before The Doctor last regenerated and it wasn't the best thing he could do. But it was the only thing he could do. It was either this or get caught and sold as a slave in the Eastern Borealis system and everyone knew what they did to their slaves. Especially to ex-dictators.
So he did what he knew best: surviving. He severely injured himself and controlled his regeneration as enough as to come back as a baby, quite conveniently and strategically placed on a hospital's doorstep. The shock was considerable and he lost his memory almost completely, until he remembered.
And he was very angry.
The Doctor's regeneration was almost like that. Almost. It happened relatively later and it was by mistake. The result was more or less the same. Only he didn't remember, so he wasn't angry. There was something odd, though, he always felt something missing, even if he could never put his finger on it.
When The Master remembered, suddenly every
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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