(Video) Creating A Story With Series 9 Writers – Doctor Who

The writers of Doctor Who’s ninth season since its relaunch were asked to improvise a story by contributing only one sentence, and only knowing the most written sentence to have been written. The contributors were:

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The writers of Doctor Who‘s ninth season since its relaunch were asked to improvise a story by contributing only one sentence, and only knowing the most written sentence to have been written. The contributors were:

  • Head writer Steven Moffat (The Magician’s ApprenticeThe Witch’s FamiliarThe Girl who DiedThe Zygon InversionHeaven Sent and Hell Bent)
  • Toby Whithouse (Under the Lake and Before the Flood)
  • Jamie Mathieson (The Girl who Died)
  • Catherine Tregenna (The Woman who Lived)
  • Peter Harness (The Zygon Invasion and The Zygon Inversion)
  • Mark Gatiss (Sleep no More)
  • Sarah Dollard (Face the Raven)

The story is as follows:

The creature disguised as words fired its deadly ray at the unsuspecting reader out of this full stop [Moffat]. The one-eyed reader, Hell Bent on revenge, knew it was time to call the TARDIS, words ran-out in the darkness [Tregenna]. And the TARDIS listened – listened so hard, that the Doctor could hear it thinking, deciding between hope and glory, Nirvana or oblivion, “We’ve arrived” [Gatiss]. The moment the Doctor put his hand to the the door, it was caught by a gust of wind, and blew back in on him, bringing with it, the stench of death [Dollard]. In the room beyond, a table was set for dinner – candles, cut glass and decayed, dusty food, mouldy and rotten – the Doctor sat himself down at the head of the table and called expectantly into the darkness [Harness]. “Hello, can I speak to the manager? I want to make a complaint”… silence stretched in the air and then came a shuffling of feet as the waiter appeared – or at least his clothes did, there was no one body them, just a shell of cloth hanging about an empty frame of air [Whithouse]. Determined not be phased, I made my complaint; the ghost waiter clicked his heels and left – I then realised the skin on my soup had a belly button [Mathieson]. I thought for a moment what the Doctor would do in this situation, and then realised something: the belly button was mine – I ate it [Moffat].

Author: alexsigsworth

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