3 100-word Dr Who Drabbles

*Written as part of the 100 stories/100 days Accord Hospice 2007 fund raiser.

Nothing to Brag About

The lady was galloping her mare, leaving the lords behind. She stopped, waiting for the others to catch up. Meanwhile, in the Tardis, the Doctor was busy bragging to his latest companion, Donna. Gleefully he shouted, “Oh! I know! Let’s go back to Merrie Olde England!”

The Tardis appeared, wheezing like a dysfunctional church organ–right in front of the lady’s mare! She reared, dumping the lady on her bottom, right into a steaming pile of manure. The Doctor stepped outside–and stared at Queen Elisabeth I, sitting on the ground. Raising an eyebrow, he said, “Ah. That’s what happened!”

Driving the Doctor”

Young Theta sat nervously, in front of the stern old man in white robes, who said: “We shall now begin your final Tardis exam. You’re flying your Tardis, when the console malfunctions. What do you do?” Theta squirmed, “Erm–hold on tight and bang on it with a hammer?”

“No! Now, you’ve landed on a strange planet, what do you do?” Theta grimiced, “Eh, let my companion exit first, so she can get attacked by the monster?” Scowling, the examiner shouted, “Some Time Lord you’ll be! You’ll never properly operate a Tardis, if you live to be 950 years old!”

A Hot Time Lord

The dark-haired man stood bound to the stake. Strangely, He looked more interested than scared. As the executioner lit the fire, the condemned man whispered whimsically, “Well…Rose did say that I was a hottie.”

A raucous noise heard over the crackling flames, hailed the appearance of a blue police box. The door opened, and a blond man in Edwardian garb ran up and sprayed the fire with an extinguisher. He freed the man in the brown suit and trainers. “You took your time.” He grumbled. The blond man sighed, “Tegan heard Primark had a sale on, and insisted on stopping.”