TITLE: Homonyms, Homophones, and Homographs (or: Rainy Days and TARDIS's)
FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Written for
dw100 Challenge #201: Train
The TARDIS learned to translate concepts, not words, because English was a strange little language...
"It's a bit of a dress," Rose eyed her companions with something akin to pity, "you know, the flowing bit everyone steps on unless it's carried by small children."
"Not even close," Jack grinned. "It's engines and freight cars, whistles and smoke-- unless you've gone electric, but what's the fun in that?"
"It's the light of a wishing star, the entropic death of comets." The Doctor was brooding again.
So she threw a pillow at him... and their foray into linguistic scrabble devolved from there.
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FANDOM: Doctor Who
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Written for
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The TARDIS learned to translate concepts, not words, because English was a strange little language...
"It's a bit of a dress," Rose eyed her companions with something akin to pity, "you know, the flowing bit everyone steps on unless it's carried by small children."
"Not even close," Jack grinned. "It's engines and freight cars, whistles and smoke-- unless you've gone electric, but what's the fun in that?"
"It's the light of a wishing star, the entropic death of comets." The Doctor was brooding again.
So she threw a pillow at him... and their foray into linguistic scrabble devolved from there.

Technorati tags: writing | fan fiction | doctor who | the unforgotten country | fanfic