Fanfiction Sample

Hello again, everyone. 

If you follow my Twitter or IG, you will know that these past days I have been reading Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell. A thing that reoccurs often throughout this story is the main character's popular fanfic. I've always wanted to be internet famous (well ever since I discovered the delights of social media), and even though I'm not expecting to be famous, I got inspired to write my own fanfic. Before I post it on Fanfiction.net, I would love to know what you guys think of it. It is a Doctor Who fanfic, and it kinda contains spoilers from the Matt-era, so unless you've watched all seven seasons, I don't reccomend you reading it.

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This excerpt is about 2500 words long

Chapter one

My name is Amelia Song. My sister Jenny and I are looking for our father. You may have heard of him, you may even have met him. In that case, I envy you. I have never met my father face to face (At least not as far as I remember). I have only heard the many fantastic tales my mother has told me of him. For years, I believed no greater man walked the Earth. Now I don’t believe, now I know. You might know of whom I am talking. Actually, I’m pretty sure you do, or you wouldn’t be here. He has many names, some of those are praising, others defiling. In my world, he is a hero, but to be somebody’s hero, you must also be someone’s opponent, and that opponent will never give you a praising name. My mother called him The Travelling Man in the stories she has told me, but she also mentioned, that some call him The Oncoming Storm or The Destroyer of Worlds. An old friend of his knew him as John Smith, my grandmother called him Raggedy Man. However, none of these names is the one he chose for himself. None of them are the words for an unspoken promise to always do good. The name he chose for himself is the name most people know him by, and that name… is The Doctor.

I was officially born in the year 1998 in the city of Copenhagen, Denmark. Like a completely normal child, to two completely normal parents. But that is only the official story. My mother, River Song, gave birth to me while she was still in prison, and had to give me away to a pair of foster parents. She didn’t think that a prison full of intergalactic criminals was a good place to raise a child, and to be honest, I don’t even want to think about how I would have turned out, had my father raised me.

For more than fifteen years, I didn’t know who I really was. I fully believed I was an ordinary Danish girl, until one December afternoon, Jenny, my until-that-point-unknown-to-me half-sister came knocking on my door. I will tell you the story as I experienced it.

I was home alone, reading books and doing homework. I loved being home alone, because I adored solitude. I still do, actually. Anyway, there was a knock on the door, and without any ado, I opened it. Outside stood a blonde girl. She looked like she could be 18 years of age and I had absolutely no idea who she was, or what she was doing on my porch, but I was curious, so I asked her who she was.

Her name was Jenny, she said. She had been looking for me, for a while. “Why? I don’t even know who you are,” I asked. Only then did I realise she had been speaking English, not Danish. I was so used to both languages, that my mind didn’t even bother trying to tell the two apart. Most of the books that I read are, and always have been, English, because I prefer reading stories in whatever language they were originally written, but maybe we’ll come back to that later. All that was on my mind right now was what on Earth was this English girl doing in my apartment? Yes, that’s right, in my apartment. In response to my question, she had simply said “Oh, but Amelia, you haven’t opened you fop-watch yet!” and walked straight past me. She started looking through the drawers and cupboards, obviously looking for something. “My name isn’t Amelia and I don’t even know what a fop-watch is. I don’t think I own one, either.”

”Don’t be silly, of course your name is Amelia, you just don’t know it yet. Your adoptive parents must have given you another name. Tell me, what do you think your name is?”

“Well until just a few seconds ago, I thought my name was Lis, but you seem to think otherwise.”

“That’s right, I do. I know who you are. I recognise your eyes from when I saw you as a baby. Oh, and a fop-watch is an old watch that people used to keep in their pockets. All Time Lords and Ladies have one, in case of emergency.”

Time whats and whats?! I thought. The thought that this girl might be slightly mental passed through my mind, but I dismissed it. I don’t judge people before I actually feel like I know them.

I had no idea what this girl was on about, but I let her look through every drawer and secret place in the house, because somewhere, in the very back of my memory, I felt something stirring. I don’t know what it was, or where it came from, but it told me to trust this English girl. And, I told myself, I had always been dreaming of adventures. Perhaps this could turn out to be the adventure I always wanted to go on. Going places, travelling, and making a difference was something I had wanted to do since I was just a child. I’m pretty sure that’s why I love books so much. They take me into different worlds of wonder and magic where anything is possible and even the simplest person can be a hero.

“I think I found it!” I heard Jenny calling from my mother’s bedroom. Somehow, it felt weird to call the woman who raised me my mother. That little thing in the back of my mind was stirring again and it was telling me something wasn’t right. There was something I needed to fix, and Jenny could help me. Trusting the thing, I let Jenny bring the fop-watch into the living room. It was a pretty, old thing. I hadn’t seen it before, but if it was what Jenny said, then there was probably a good reasons for my parents to hide it from me. Again, calling them my parents felt wrong. The thing in my mind became more and more irresistible.

Jenny lowered the watch into my outstretched hand. I lifted it up so I could have a close look at it. The watch was decorated with lots of circles, dots and lines carved into the old metal. I had a feeling the decorations weren’t just decorations. They meant something, like words in a language I didn’t understand. Words from another world. “Can you read this?” I asked Jenny. “No, I can’t. No yet. Someday, when I find our father, I we can ask him to-“

“Wait, hold up! Our father?! What are you even talking about?”

“Open the watch, Amelia. It will tell you everything.”

“How can a watch tell me anything but the time? Also, this watch looks ancient. I’m not even sure it works.”

“Oh, Amelia, This watch is everything you ever was and everything you ever will be. Now open it.”

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I thought about how frustrating it was reading a book, where the main character refuses to do something you just know would change their life. In that moment, I decided I was not going to be that passive, boring and annoying character. I was going to be the character that took a chance. Even though I might regret it later, I would never know the secret of the watch, or who this girl was, or what she was talking about, if I didn’t pull myself together. My life is my book. I decide what the main character does and right now, I wanted her to make the best decision in her life, so I did. I, Amelia Song, made the best decision of my life, and opened the fop-watch.

***

A little twist, and a little click and the fop-watch was open. I didn’t know what I had been expecting, but what happened seemed so natural, I don’t know how I couldn’t have foreseen it.

I turned twisted the two sides of the lid. One clockwise, the other counter-clockwise. As I heard a small click, I looked up at Jenny for reassurance. Her eyes fastened on mine and she nodded, as if telling me to go on, and I did. Since then, there has never been a single second where I distrusted that wonderful older sister of mine. I lifted the top part of the watch, and as I did so, orange light started coming from the watch. To me it seemed that all other light in the universe had gone out, and the only source of illumination left was the bright light shining out of this simple little watch. Then something else happened. Orange light didn’t just shine from the watch, the watch itself became one big ball of light. Now nothing existed in the world but this brilliant light and me. 

Somehow, I felt a sort of attachment to it, as if it was an old friend that I hadn’t seen in years.

The ball of light lifted up from my hand and was now floating directly in front of my face. I smiled at it, and suddenly I couldn’t see anything because the whole world was nothing but light. At first, I had no idea where the light was coming from, but then I realised, I am the light. The light came from within me and now it was shooting out of my body. I felt strong and beautiful, but at the same time, I felt pain. A physical pain all over my body, and I wondered if something had gone wrong. Before I could finish that thought though, my body stopped glowing, and all the brilliant orange light disappeared. I was myself again, but a slightly different self than I had been a few minutes ago. I still had the same body, same face and I was still standing in the living room, in the apartment where I had lived since I was eight years old, but my head was filled with so much more knowledge now, so many years of forgotten stories, and, most important of all, the faces of people from my early life. Clearest of all were my mother’s and Jenny’s faces.

I realised I was just staring out into thin air, my mouth wide open, so I quickly blinked, looked around at Jenny and closed my mouth again. Now I knew what she had been talking about all that time. I knew why she had come for me and I knew the most important thing of all: I knew what to do.

“Ok, Jenny, I’ll just pack a bag and we can go. Do you drive?”

“Well I hadn’t expected you to recover that quickly… Are you sure you don’t just want to sit down and think about things for a sec?”

“What’s to think about? I’m a Time Lady, my mother is badass River Song and my father is the legendary Time Lord called The Doctor who travels around in a blue phone booth and saves the Universe. We don’t have a mutual mother, just a mutual father. You don’t know where he is, because he left you a long time ago, but you’re not angry at him, because he thought you were dead. Both you and I can regenerate though, because we are Time Ladies. I know you were the one who found my foster family for me, because my mother is in prison for killing my father. Which she did, but then it turned out she didn’t, and my father thought it would be too dangerous for me to travel with him, because I wasn’t even a year old when my mother had to give me away. The stories my mother told me of my father, she implanted in my mind, using some spacey-wacey technology, so I couldn’t forget them. Some of the same technology was used to put all my memories inside that fop-watch. You made a deal with my mum, that when I became fifteen, you would come pick me up and we’d go find my father, so we could travel with him. Now, you didn’t answer my question. Do you drive?”

Within a few minutes, we had left the house and were driving away from my home in a small blue car that had the license plate TARDIS JR. I had a backpack with my computer, a couple books, some essentials like make-up and lots clothes in it. It had been a hard decision, but I had left my phone at home, so no one would be able to trace my movements. We had taken some food from the kitchen, so we would have something to eat. I brought some of the money I had been saving up for whatever. I figured I wouldn’t need them if I wasn’t coming back soon. I felt kinda bad for leaving my friends, but when we found my father, he could take me back in time so I could explain, or maybe I could get their emails and we could chat or something. I’d figure it out somehow. Or maybe I would end up like Sam Winchester from Supernatural… Suddenly I realised the resemblance between us. Both of us had been dragged on a road trip by our older sibling, looking for our father.

As I got in the car, I knew I was doing the right thing. I was going on the adventure I had always wanted. I was born for adventure and I had known it all my life. There was just one thing I had been missing. Someone to give me kick-start and guide me in the right direction, to the right adventure. Jenny put me on the right track, the track towards our father, wherever he may be. Right now, I’m sitting in the passenger seat of Jenny’s car, typing out all this, in fear that I will forget it later. Thankfully, I don’t get motion sick anymore, that was just a false thing implanted in my mind to make me seem more human. I will update this with the adventures Jenny and I have together, while looking for our father. I hope all goes well, and that nothing goes wrong, but I am an experienced reader, and therefore I am not naïve enough to believe our trip will be easy. I don’t know what I expect, but I know it won’t all be good.