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Title: The Winds of Time
Characters: Fifth Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith
Genre: drabble
Rating: G
Summary: The maintenance of Time is his responsibility.
Author's Note: no spoilers.  Written for Challenge #219 (Wind) at [livejournal.com profile] dw100 .


 

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lindenharp: (romana)
Title: Fear in a Handful of Dust (2/2)

Rating: G

Characters: Fourth Doctor, Romana II

Genre: Gen, drama

Spoilers: none.

Summary: The Earth is in danger, and the cause seems to be hiding in a traveling carnival in 1930s Nebraska.  The Doctor and Romana investigate.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, K-9, or the TARDIS.  (I do, however, have a 12-foot scarf, courtesy of my mother-in-law.)

Author's notes:
This is one of my old stories. Written in 1991, posted to Usenet in 1994, and published in the zine Myth Makers in 1999. I wrote it because I was dissatisfied with the way the BBC handled American characters and settings.
The Doctor's quote near the end of this chapter is from Hamlet, Act II, Scene II.



Fear in a Handful of Dust (2/2)

The Doctor slipped into the main tent. Sunlight filtered through the canvas roof, bathing the interior in a muted grey light. The canvas had a filtering effect on noise too, translating the outside din into a formless sound like the rush of wind or water.
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lindenharp: (romana)
Title: Fear in a Handful of Dust (1/2)

Rating: G

Characters: Fourth Doctor, Romana II

Genre: Gen, drama

Spoilers: none.

Summary: The Earth is in danger, and the cause seems to be hiding in a traveling carnival in 1930s Nebraska.  The Doctor and Romana investigate.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, K-9, or the TARDIS.  (I do, however, have a 12-foot scarf, courtesy of my mother-in-law.)

Author's notes:
This is one of my old stories. Written in 1991, posted to Usenet in 1994, and published in the zine Myth Makers in 1999. I wrote it because I was dissatisfied with the way the BBC handled American characters and settings.


"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land

The young woman twisted a strand of tawny hair around her finger and frowned at the instrument panel before her. "That's odd," she murmured.

Among the gleaming white walls and sophisticated devices, her flowery, lace-trimmed dress seemed as incongruous as the oak hat-stand that stood in a lone corner of the room. Read more... )

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