This is a partial, and not very good, description of a scene I was considering. Perhaps I will work on it more later.
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The wind swirled around them as he knelt before her. When she reached out her hand to touch the crown he arrogantly wore, it was turned to dust and caught up in the vortex. The wind moved faster now, narrowing its focus on the shining figure of the girl, until at last the remains of the crown swirled around her head like a crown of dust. A particle erupted in a beam of light, and like a fire it spread to those around it, until it was impossible to look at her. As suddenly as it started, it stopped. The dust had once again become the crown. Its rightful owner had claimed it.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Journey's End Alternate Ending
I wasn't very satisfied with the very end of the Doctor Who episode "Journey's End", so I decided to write my own. It's very short. It didn't need to be long.
You could say it has spoilers.
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He closed the door and took his wet jacket off as he walked up the ramp. He was alone again. Donna was gone, lost to him. The rain pouring down outside was quite appropriate given his mood.
There was nothing for it though. He could only go on, keep on traveling. He walked over to the controls and started moving levers and pushing buttons. The familiar sounds of the TARDIS started up and he was on his way. Despite everything that had happened, though, the thrill of it was beginning to creep back into him, encouraged by the sounds of the ship. He slowly started to smile.
Donna may not be able to remember him, but she was alive. They were all alive. Rose, Jackie, Mickey, Martha, Jack, Sarah, and Donna. Alive. He was smiling widely now, and running around the console adjusting things.
There was a loud bang and he was suddenly lying on the floor. His entire body felt like it was on fire. It made no sense. It wasn’t possible. He was regenerating.
He snapped awake. The TARDIS was quite. He scrambled to his feet and raced to the closet. The mirror was there. The man in the mirror wasn’t the same as before. He had indeed regenerated.
“WHAT?!”
-- THE END --
You could say it has spoilers.
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He closed the door and took his wet jacket off as he walked up the ramp. He was alone again. Donna was gone, lost to him. The rain pouring down outside was quite appropriate given his mood.
There was nothing for it though. He could only go on, keep on traveling. He walked over to the controls and started moving levers and pushing buttons. The familiar sounds of the TARDIS started up and he was on his way. Despite everything that had happened, though, the thrill of it was beginning to creep back into him, encouraged by the sounds of the ship. He slowly started to smile.
Donna may not be able to remember him, but she was alive. They were all alive. Rose, Jackie, Mickey, Martha, Jack, Sarah, and Donna. Alive. He was smiling widely now, and running around the console adjusting things.
There was a loud bang and he was suddenly lying on the floor. His entire body felt like it was on fire. It made no sense. It wasn’t possible. He was regenerating.
He snapped awake. The TARDIS was quite. He scrambled to his feet and raced to the closet. The mirror was there. The man in the mirror wasn’t the same as before. He had indeed regenerated.
“WHAT?!”
-- THE END --
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