A Christmas Story. Just add TWO sentence's of your own, one member at a time, to create a unique seasonal tale.
'Hark The Weeping Angels Sing'
The icy wind cut across the county side as the Tardis materialized on the opaque surface of a frozen lake, the naked trees and land had been suffocated by a blanket of dense white snow. As the door of the blue police box slowly creaked open, the gloved hand of one of its occupants reached out into the bleak mid winter.
IF YOU HAVEN'T GOT ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, COME AND SIT NEXT TO ME
The Doctor massaged warmth into his cheekbone with his fingertips, taking a tentative first step on the rimeslick mirror of ice. The fierce, owl-like eyes swept through the ballet of floating rock clumps, past the gravitational eddies, to the shoreline.
"Courage isn't a matter of not being frightened you know; It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway."
At the edge of the shoreline the Doctor saw her, the familiar figure of a small dark haired human woman, his best friend. The Doctor started running across the broken ice towards her shouting “Merry Christmas Clara” but then suddenly he woke up from his dream remembering his name was John Smith and always had been.
As he briskly shook his head from side to side to try to clear his thoughts, nearly tossing his sonic shades from his head into the carpet of sparkling snow, out of the corner of his eye he noticed something off in the distance - two stark pale figures, standing perfectly still. He wondered out loud if there were children about building snowmen, although it did not seem to occur to him yet to remark that the snowmen built by children were usually more rotund.
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