Join In Your Song (original poem)

 

JOIN IN YOUR SONG
It’s not beyond my place to mention the careless steps you often take
They’re always meant to frighten me, put me me firmly in my place
You bear your soul in distant evenings, you subcumb to bleeding hearts
Thier apparitions all around you, they insist you play your part
How could I cope?
I can, you won’t.
Your spirit soars above me even now, I’m with the moon, you’re with the sun.
You walk this world within life’s limits, with hope and pride through days of scorn
You are to be savoured, I am to be mourned
Within my reach is what I hold sacred, but what I see I cannot hold
My world within is far too secret, your path in life is one that must be told
I’ll share your days, let you know what lies ahead
Prove you speak to your promised heart, don’t take steps towards the dead.
Join in your song
No rights, no wrongs.
Join in your song.

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Waking Heavy (original poem)

WAKING HEAVY
I’m coming ’round to my expensies
Can’t afford to love you less
You and I breach no defences
We’re free to choose if we confess
Throw me to the lions, sit amongst your prey
I’ll tend to our pride, let them know it’s ok
Teach them nothing is missed, keep their child in two minds
One may slip from sight, the other they’ll find
Waking heavy asks much of us
The weight of the love left when we cry
The sight of the soul asking why.

Doctor Who-The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith (FE.Org Version)

An edit I’ve made over a dozen times finally got the seal of approval over on FE.org, and it is’nt the only DW edit I have on there. It was joined by The Snowmen last week and soon my edit of The Pilot will join it. 201a-The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith

I always thought The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith would fit much better as one of the last David Tennant DW specials, and so I took the liberty of joining the episodes together (SJA is a half hour show and is often serialized more than New Who is), and making it work as one.

DOWNLOAD “THE WEDDING OF SARAH JANE SMITH” HERE

– Cut approx. a minute from the beginning of “Part One”, including titles and writers/directors credits.

– Opening titles with David Tennant and Elizabeth Sladen credits taken from “The Stolen Earth/Journie’s End” titles and used a shortened version of the 2009 version of the theme song as this is considered part of the “Ten Farewell Tour” specials

– Story proceeds as normal until the arrival of The Trickster at the reception.

– Cut one minute and twenty-three seconds from the begining of “Part Two”, which is mostly all a reprise of part one. Removed Director’s credit

– Removed Sarah Jane and the kids saying what a fantastic person The Doctor is and what a fantastic team they make, removed “next time” for next SJA adventure and end credits, we now close the episode as the TARDIS door closes on The Doctor

– Omitted Credits 

 

 

Doctor Who-Time Enough (fanfic)

 

DOCTOR WHO:

TIME ENOUGH


Change was coming.

He was coming.

The Doctor. The madman in a box, now even madder than ever before.

He knew it had been on the horizon for a while, the moment he saw his TARDIS join in with the others in co-ordinating the preservation of Gallifrey at the very edge of the time war.

The Eleventh Hour was winding down, however would he break this to Clara?

He would’nt, he would just break, and she would break with him, unless she was fully prepared.

It’s a silly notion he thought, she’s already seen all of me, all of my faces

He wondered if she would continue to see him. See through him, see all of him, the way he ought to be.

He felt this time that everything would hinge on her being able to know who he was, he was a good man, but how good could she be when faced with the reality of change?

That was the challenge facing him and her. Her bravery would be tested like never before. It would be a most trying Christmas for her, adjusting to the shock of the new, coming to terms with the loss of someone he knew she cared deeply about, and taking in the fresh coat of paint.

The truth field around Trenzalore compelled him to come clean about the consequences of regeneration, how the process can startle even the most well prepared individual, and how it can be the making of that person if they can adapt.

He knew Clara could adapt, he felt it, just as he felt everything come apart, he knew in his ancient bones that the Impossible Girl could make all things possible.

He would die, he would change, and if he were to live again, it had to be through her eyes. He had to be taught through her eyes.

He pondered aloud if he had chosen Clara knowing sub-consciouslly her career would take her into teaching.

He stared up at the burning belltower, he looked on at the wreckage of the Dalek mothership, he smiled, he could hear hyms being performed inside the church, the music tinged with a compelling sadness.

It made sense, he had caused a lot of damage with his regenerative energy in a bid to save the town of Christmas.

A part of him wondered if he was truly finished with Trenzalore as he picked up the TARDIS phone and dialed Clara’s number. He wondered if he had contributed to massive paradox by averting his fate here, or if the planet was always waiting for him in his twilight age, whenever that would be, however that would come.

Nothing can prepare you for death, so his mind was concentrated on preparing himself, and Clara, to live.

Time enough he thought.

Doctor Who-The Snowmen (fanedit)

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IFDB ENTRY

A 45-minute trim of the 2012 Doctor Who Christmas special The Snowmen.

Christmas is coming, and if the Great Intelligence has his way, so is eternal winter. Sentient and savage snow is descending, eager to consume us all, can The Doctor, the Paternoster Gang, and nanny Clara save a family from the merciless lady of the lake?

The intention is trim the fat on the 2012 Christmas special, removing try-too-hard comedic banter and time wasting filler scenes.

 

Changes:

No comedic banter between 11 and Strax in either of their two big scenes together
– No One Word Test Scene
– The Doctor and Clara’s first meeting shortened (no “two words”, no drawn out scene with the memory worm)
– Clara does not visit the cloud on the first try
– As with my “Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith” edit, the End Credits have been removed (they go by quite fast and look very blurry) and I use the shortened Tennant end theme for the outro.

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Thunderbirds Are Go-A Scene From A Play

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

A SCENE FROM A PLAY

(Contains spoilers for “Brains vs Brawn”)


As the Tracy clan watched as the GDF aircraft flew away, carrying The Hood out of their hair, the team began to reflect on all the hazards still awaiting their busy lives in spite of their arch-foe’s absence.

Kayo’s thoughts, in the meantime, were split between wanting to share in that summerization of the day to day antics, and on something she learned shortly after landing with the rest of them.

Brains had taken her to one side and told her of the tangible fear that had gripped him, Grandma, and Alan over at the island when Thunderbird Shadow’s wing was singed by a blast from the Sentinal sattelite weapon deployed by The Mechanic.

He’d told her of Alan springing into action, intending to go up to the Sentinal in Thunderbird 3 and decommision it personally.

Kayo learned of the fear he had, the anger rising up in him, the concern overriding his reason. Brains told her all of that.

And when the time came to offer her two cents on what could bother International Rescue next, she opted to walk up to where Alan was standing before uttering any sort of words.

Once the spectacle of seeing the GDF ship sail away had passed, and the team made plans to head back home, Alan stood where he was, lost in thought.

Kayo elected to ask him what was on his mind.

“Oh, nothing much Kayo, I just feel like we came out of a really unbalanced comedy film…for something as climatic as this experience was, there didn’t appear to be any stakes. The Mechanic got a few licks in, but we ran circles around him. The pass-the-parcel thing was a running gag the whole day, the Mechanic had such lax security that Brains was able to get on board no problem. For all the hype over the Sentinel’s firepower, it really made minimal impact. Either we’re too good, or…”

“…Or everything felt far too easy” replied Kayo.

“Exactly. Brains had already said The Mechanic’s actions were under the direct control of The Hood, suppose that applied to what was going on even when he was controling the Sentinal?”

“Are you saying my Uncle arranged this whole sordid thing?”

“Like a scene from a play” said Alan.

“We’re going to have to talk to the others about your theory” said Kayo.

“You believe me?” said Alan.

“I’ve always believed you, and believed in you” she said, giving him a tender hug and a few light kisses on the nose.

“Wow, what brought that on?” he asked.

“For flying to the moon and back for me” she said.

As she headed back towards Thunderbird Shadow, Alan wondered just how lucky he was, and debated whether it was for his theory being believed or for that very moment he just shared.

Thunderbirds Are Go-Seek His Center (fanfic)

 

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!

SEEK HIS CENTER

(contains spoilers for the season two finale)


On the other side of the door was trouble, Scott could sense it.

As the door slid open and the face of the soul he had to salvage appeared before him, Scott could only think back to something his grandmother said to him many years ago when he was little, words that she would soon repeat to him as she oversaw the tense situation unfolding as The Hood requested International Rescue’s assistance in ensuring his well-being.

It was a quiet June morning, Scott was about eight. He had been practicising for a role in a play. It was pseduo-shakesperian, only you did’nt have to practise the volcabulary that was demanded in the source material. So long as you could stick to the basics of the story, you could go in any kind of direction.

But Scott couldn’t come up with anything witty, anything that struck out like a bolt from the blue. He lacked an urgency, a demand, to twist the knife into the souls he was tasked to salvage from the fleeting hours of a weary day. The audience seeked escapism, they sought adventure.

But Grandma had a cruel notion, she was often dissatisfied with the comforting ease of these plays and their performances, the urge to reward mediocrity and blandness. Everyone gets a medal. All the parents are jubilant as, to their eyes, all their children were winners.

How uncreative. How conformist. How uniform.

So she pulled Scott aside and she told him to perform to the level he was most comfortable with, even if it gave them what they took time out of their dreary lives to see, they did not have to want what he was willing to give. On the other hand, they may very well NEED what he could offer.

So he took to the stage a few days and was serious while others played the fool, he taught himself the proper shakesperian dialouge, he confused those he performed with, those who did not practice their craft and were content to stick to their own script. It showed their lack of devotion, exposed them as failiures in front of their loved ones.

It did not make Scott a star that night. Parents were seething at the failiures of their children to catch up to the young Tracy, and their own inability to interpret the situations within the defining context of their source material. Scott was performing at a higher level.

To those that stayed and applauded the performance, it was something they would savour.

Grandma’s words resonated strongly with Scott.

“They don’t have to like it”

And it was words he heard repeated as she conveyed to him the importance of International Rescue’s moral code and theri duty of care. It was a sacred vow they could not break.

But as the many months and years had proven, not everyone wants to enjoy the experiance, even if they desperatley needed it.

And now he was faced with their greatest adversary wanting the help.

Grandma’s words gave him the nudge he needed. To save this person, he would seek his center, and, knowing precisely how thanks to every ill experiance he had endured with unwilling souls, he would find a way to twist the knife into it.

It would be what he needed, but at the end of it all, it would not be what he wanted.