Five More Minutes
Disclaimer: If I owned a sonic screwdriver, it'd make the sound AND light up. Not just light up. Unfortunately, I don't – I don't even have a light-up-noise-making pen that looks like it. Ergo, I couldn't possibly be the alien using the alias "Russel T. Davies."
A/N: Umm... writing 8 explanatory AN's in one night (all in quick succession) really stop those particular creative juices flowing.
Chapter 8: Notebooks (100 words)
"Ooo! A notebook!"
"You have eight back in the TARDIS. What could you possibly need another one for?"
"Well, one's for realistic stories, one's a diary, one's for fantasy stories, one's from the planet Rox-Fom-5 that has private stuff in it that only I can read, one's completely empty, one's from the Kitamu Space Station that I just talk to, one's big and unlined for doodles or journaling, and one's for jotting down ideas."
"So why do you need a notebook that follows you around like a dog?"
"In case I leave any of the other ones on the TARDIS!"
A/N: The list of my possible notebooks was much longer, but it was well over 100 words then... so I shortened it.