- Fan Fiction - 'Never Play Chess With Yourself' - A Drabble -

Seven moved his pawn carefully across the board.

Six allowed himself a small grin.

Too easy, he thought proudly to himself, He’s no good at all!

Moving his own piece, Six then leant back in his chair, arms folded defiantly, as he announced, “Check!”

“Mate,” was Seven’s unexpected reply, as, seemingly from nowhere, he moved another piece, overthrowing the Queen.

“What?” Six leapt to his feet in shock, appalled at this sudden turn-around.

“Maybe a pie eating contest would be more appropriate for you? You’ve certainly had the practice…”

Seven was slightly unnerved by the look his opponent gave him.

 

50 Reasons Why 'Time Crash' Is The Most Perfect 8 Minutes of 'Doctor Who' Ever

#6  The 'high-five'. It's such a simple, funny moment that totally sums up each of the Doctors. Tennant's Doctor tries to be cool and 'trendy', despite his barely hidden geekiness, while Davison is completely oblivious to the concept of the 'high-five'. It's a tiny sequence, and utterly hilarious and adorable. Genius!

 

A Tribute To The Brigadier

Last February, the day after I learned of the sad passing of Doctor Who verteran Nicholas Courtney, I decided to make a tribute video dedicated to the great man. I only have Windows Movie Maker, so the video (like all my others) is terribly rough around the edges. However, it is from the heart, and is now over a year old!

I used the Sabaton song 'The Saboteur', because although explicitly about WWII, the lyrics describe great courage and bravery in the face of danger - a song about a true hero. Just like the Brigadier! The shot near the end of the video, where the Brigadier and Sarah Jane hug, is ever-more poignant since Elisabeth Sladen, too, is sadly no longer with us.

May they both rest in peace.

Evermore Evil Reviews 'Ghostwatch' - A VideoBlog

Yes, this is me, and my first attempt at a video Blog. Warning: It's unplanned. Those who find cups of tea, eyeliner, and the colour black offensive, DO NOT WATCH!

PS...be gentle....

I Love You - A Poem

A challenge set by Bernadette ( http://bernadette-davies.blogspot.co.uk/ ) to write something 'warm and fuzzy'. This was the best I could do.

I thought I was a lost soul

Drifting down the River Styx,

With pennies placed upon my eyes,

And hands bound tight with garlic.

But before I reach Charon,

A whisper intervenes.

A voice from far away,

Intangible, like a dream.

Not just the voice of an Angel,

A dream that I can wake from.

I know you're really out there somewhere,

My Love, My Soul Mate, The One.

I tear away the garlic,

And throw the pennies from my eyes.

I change the destination -

"To Hell with Hades!" I cry.

I leave the Underworld behind,

Alive, ecstatic, invigorated.

Emerging out a brand new man -

My heart, of course, reanimated.

And then I see you standing there,

Waiting in an evergreen field.

Blossoming like a purple rose -

My soul has now been healed.

We hug, and my mind explodes,

Erupting with euphoric bliss!

And how my stomach swirls with glee

When, at last, we kiss.

Rainbows in my bright blue eyes,

The sun as radiant as I feel.

Me and you, together in Eden,

Knowing our fate is sealed.

You rescued me from torment,

And proved that you are true.

All I have to say is this,

My Rose - "I Love You."

 © Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

I Am The Snake - A Poem

Take a bite out of the apple, Baby, they're really good for you!

 

I slide into your garden

And lurk behind the trees,

Watching each and every one of you,

As you laugh and joke and tease.

So happy are you all,

In this evergreen Eden,

Living life to the full,

And enjoying your freedom.

But it's a freedom so white,

So plain and without depth.

No layers to your happiness,

Just a superficial mess.

I'll offer shade to your party,

Some truth, some lies, some sting.

A dash of black to drain away

The joy from everything.

A single touch from me

And you're caught within my grasp.

My venom surges through your veins

Like the poison of an Asp.

Take a bite out of the apple,

They're really good for you!

I'm offering this fruit to take,

So decide what you're gonna do.

Take this apple from my hands,

Bite the tender skin.

Then let me lead you from the garden

Into a world of Sin.

 © Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012 

Whatever Happened To....? - A Poem

Am I a shadow or a man?
A whisper in the night?

A black hole or a star?
A legend on a plight?

Do you know who I am,

Better than I know myself?

Do you have all the answers,

To help prise me from this Hell?

Do I live on when I'm not there,

On your lips or in your dreams?
Or do I not exist at all,

Once I leave you life-stream?

Am I as noble as you say I am,

Or am I just a fraud?

Am I bitter, weak, and empty,

Or 'The Evil OverLord'?

Does my make-up make me,

Or just help to create me?

Black pits around my bright blue eyes -

Do they reveal the fake me?

Do I really choose to just wear black,

Or has black chosen to wear me?

Will I ever find true happiness,

Or drown in melancholy?

Questions all, but answers none,

As vacant as a dying sun

That once burned brighter than the rest

But now is fading into the past...

Will they speak my name in years to come,

Discussing my life story?

Or will they sit beside a fire,

Asking, "Whatever happened to Cory?"

© Copyright Cory Eadson, 2012