Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

A Dalek and a Cyberman sized each other up from across the room; the Dalek’s singular, blue eye meeting the Cyberman’s two, hollow, black eyes.
The Dalek was first to speak, ‘You will stand down CY-BER-MAN!’
‘Negative. YOU shall stand down.’
‘DA-LEK’s are su-preme. You shall be EX-TER-MIN-ATED! EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-AAATE!’
‘Negative. YOU shall deleted. DELETE! DELETE!’ They prepared to fire on each other when someone, sitting in the corner, stood up and spoke.
‘Hold on a minute. If there’s going to be a fight do you mind if we get out of the way first?’ The Doctor asked, gesturing towards the TARDIS, which was blocking the door.
Once again I muttered, ‘A brilliant piece of parking.’
‘Hey, it wasn’t me who decided to animate a midget Dalek and a Cyberman poster,’ He snapped, ‘Hold on. Why should we be afraid of you? You’re tiny.’
‘The DOC-TOR is mock-ing us! We must EX-TER-MIN-ATE him!’ The Dalek cried with rage.
‘Agreed,’ was the Cyberman’s response and they both turned on the Doctor.
‘Oh this is not good. Ideas?’
‘Don’t look at me, you’re always the hero in these things, think of something yourself.’
‘Well usually I have my sonic screwdriver but it’s in the TARDIS, with the key.’
‘Over nine hundred years old and you lock yourself out of the TARDIS.’ The Dalek fired but his aim was low and ended up hitting the Doctor’s foot.
‘OW! That stings! Don’t just sit there! Do something!’
I had an idea and so I recited the animation spell again, bringing my collection of paper cranes to life. They flexed their stiff wings and took flight, swarming around the Dalek and Cyberman. With a combined effort they managed to lift them up to their empty posters and the miniature aliens were sucked back into their proper places with cries of rage.
While the Doctor tended to his wounded foot, which wasn’t as bad as he made out, a few cranes squeezed under the TARDIS door and unlocked it from inside. When the Doctor was sure he could walk he got up and hurried into the TARDIS to fetch his key and screwdriver, lest he should be locked out again.
Just as I thought he was going to leave he stuck his head out of the door, ‘Seeing as you saved my life, kind of, how about I repay you with a trip in the TARDIS?’
‘Under one condition. You have to bring me back to within five minutes of now, okay? I don’t want you getting it wrong and having people think I’m dead, okay?’
He nodded, ‘Fair enough,’ and so I dashed into the TARDIS to begin my adventure.


Perhaps I should explain, seeing as I've never really done anything like this in my blog. I've been watching a load of anime, probably to much , since I last mentioned it. Said animes have been;
Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind
Castle in the Sky
My Neighbor Totoro
The Cat Returns
and today Whisper of the Heart

Watching Whisper of the Heart I wished that I could be so dedicated to writing a story and then editing it to polish it to perfection. But I know I'm too impatient and my ideas drain away to fast and even if I could see a story to the end I'd hate having to go through it all again ti edit it and repeat the proces several times. So I had an idea. What if I wrote a short story every day, limiting myself to one page at least and two at the most? Then I can document ideas for later stories, expand a short story into a novel, tie the short stories together to form a novel and get some practice editing (Which I desperately need) but editing is not my forte so I decided to see what you guys make of it, I'd really really appreciate your opinions. It's just a little randomness about my two posters here but it made a cute little tale I think.
So, come on, be honest, be brutal. Please? I need to get used to criticism too.
And by the way, I felt it needed a title, I need to get used to that to so I thought about it for quite a while and, for lack of a better one, I picked this.

Ta.

Bluebiird out.