It's Timey Wimey Nonsense!

By Vidal D'costa

A sequel to It's Sciency Wiency stuff!
An aspiring inventress arrives all the way from Poland to show of her latest inventions. But what happens when she turns out to be someone from Martin O'Reilly's past?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vidal D'costa
• Release date: Jun 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463355701

Vidal D'costa

I'm from Goa. Avid reader and aspiring author. Whovian an' in love with the gem o' an actor, David Tennant. Would love to meet im someday and also turn my written works into a telly show or movie soon. Also write on wattpad, booksie, pressbooks, quotev in fanfic, sci-fi and romance genres. Happy reading!

Book preview

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David Tennant as Martin

Oona Chaplin as Deirdre

Rooney Mara as Alice

John Hurt as Dr. Wartenberg

Matt Smith as Matt

Kate Beckinsale as Shawna Munson, the aspiring inventress.

Cameos by Phil Nice and Reita Faria as Deirdre’s parents.

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Getting off on the wrong foot

The newlyweds spent the evening sipping wine under the gazebo, while getting to know about their guest, Shawna. This one thinks you look a lot like his late girlfriend! Deirdre revealed, to her husband’s embarrassment. Well, she does. he muttered. Ooohh…maybe I’m her ghost or something! their guest exclaimed jokingly with a mischievous glint in her eyes, before letting out a laugh at her own joke. No-one else laughed along. He’s still not o’er er yet. a knowledgeable Dr. Wartenberg whispered, as Martin stood up and walked away from the group, visibly upset by her joke. Oh! an ashamed Shawna realized her mistake.

She found him bathed in moonlight, sitting on the rocks with his back to her, his feet soaking in the clear ocean water as he pondered over his lost love. I’m so sorry. They told me everythin. I didn’t mean to come across as insensitive or anythin. I just didn’t know… she began to apologize, sitting beside him and watching as a tear rolled down his cheek and mixed with the salty water that washed across both their feet. No…I should be the one to apologize to ya. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that , an’ made ya feel bad bout yerself! he apologized, wiping tears away with the hanky she’d handed to him. If it makes ya feel better, I think I’m gonna leave now. I hate that I’m bringing back bad memories for ya. As soon as I get back to Poland, I’m optin for plastic surgery! she joked, as he looked up at her, mesmerized by her beauty and wit. Yer not. In fact, the time I spent with Kelly counts as one o’my best memories…..an’ I wouldn’t change a thing bout ya! he whispered, caressing her cheek with a hand as he spoke. She blushed, before turning away from him.

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Of Cloning and Cats

Martin dropped in at Matt’s apartment for their daily morning routine of watching telly and drinking beer. His brother was still unemployed, their respective wives had already left for work, while Martin preferred to be as impunctual as possible just to annoy ol Dr. Wartenberg!  What’s this? It’s too early to be watchin porn, ya know? he advised, peering over his younger brother’s shoulder at the phone screen. It’s not porn. It’s just this movie called Womb. Alice was watchin it last night. She’s been obsessed with clonin… he began to explain, still staring at the movie playing on the screen. Ooh…sci-fi, eh? Why am I not surprised? Martin mumbled, taking a swig from his beer before plopping down beside Matt. Yea…It’s bout this lady who gives birth to the clone o’ er dead boyfriend… he narrated. Spoilers, mate! An’ that sounds really unsettlin! Martin interrupted, with a look of disgust on hearing the plot. I know. An’ is it just me…or does the actor in this movie look eerily similar to me…? Oh, my god! Do I have a clone?! an exaggerating Matt exclaimed, gazing closely at the screen with wide eyes. Pfft! If anyone should be cloned, it should be my handsome self! Ooh! Check out Eva Green’s stunning arse, eh? his boastful brother joked, before continuing to ogle at Eva Green onscreen. Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden meow as Martin’s pet cat jumped off the window sill and made its way into the apartment and onto his lap. Put away that porn! Mr. Wartenberg’s ere….an’ ya know he only likes the lesbian stuff! Martin ordered teasingly, stroking the cute cat (whom he’d named in honor of the elderly scientist!).  Why does yer cat always make itself at home in my apartment? An’ with all that sheddin….! Ya know, Alice’s allergic! Matt scolded, watching the furry creature purr away . Well, ya shouldn’t leave yer window open then! Isn’t that right, Warty? his unbothered brother suggested, before cooing at the playful cat who began to nibble at his nose. I don’t think Alice an’ Deirdre are gonna like the idea o’ ya namin yer pet after their mentor. Matt objected to his choice of name. What…He can name his mice after me…an’ I’m not even allowed to name my kitty-cat after im?! Martin justified. "I thought Deirdre had initially zeroed in