(Semi-fanfiction? I guess? It’s like, 1500 words long and I like it.)
So basically, he was supposed to write a short story with the title ‘The Visitor’. So naturally, my brain went ‘DOCTOR WHO’. This is what I came up with.
Technically it’s my first collaboration work. Basically, Nefyn (my brother) created Charles, and I figured out where to go with it. He liked the idea of a veteran, so this happened. (Also, if you’re Nefyn’s teacher and you googled his homework, He wrote this, not me.)
Charles Moore sat hunched in an armchair by the fireplace. Rain tapped against the windows like insistent fingers asking for attention, and every so often thunder would roll and light would flash into the dim room. His vision had blurred as he thought of the past, but a loud clap of thunder brought him back to the present time.
A clap like the firing of a gun, he thought. An image of barbed wire and mud crossed his mind, but he shook it off, glancing down to the dusty book in his lap.
It was an old book, describing and picturing Europe. The book had belonged to him many years ago, before the war, before the bombings. It hadn’t come in handy at all on the battlefield. It didn’t have any useful advice on fighting Gerries in it, but it was still a dear belonging of his.