Gayle Ramage Author

Tumblr Page for Gayle Ramage, author and Doctor Who obsessive.

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The Twin Dilemma - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) http://w.tt/1WTAWXJ ** This is due to be published at the end of February, and I'm still working on it, so it's taking precedence over my other Wattpad stories for now.** Realising her life has become boring and safe, Sara seeks excitement and a chance to be reckless. Where best to find both but Las Vegas! Booking a flight to the world's most exciting city, Sara is ready for adventure... After an unexpected visit from her wayward twin sister, however, Sara finds herself without a holiday and forced to assume the role of her twin. Now Sara feels compelled to organise Jen's chaotic life, and forget all about having fun. But fun can be found in the unlikeliest of places, and perhaps a little romance, too...

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Thought Toshiko Sato and Owen Harper died at the end of Torchwood Series 2? Well, think again. After a plea from Captai...

My Doctor Who/Torchwood fanfiction. Started 2 years ago..... Part 7 added today. Oops!

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Happy Birthday SFFsat!

*cough*

# HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOOOUUUU

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOO YOOOOOOUUUU

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR      SCIENCEFICTIONFANTASYSATURDAAAAAAYYYY

  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOOOOO YOOOOOOUUUU #

Now, blow out your candles, open your presents... and end up playing with the balloons.

Onto my birthday offering. Taken from the forthcoming fourth book in the Edinburgh Elementalsseries, Festival of  Fiends.

Hattie and her father, Ed (David Warner is my dream casting for the role) are off to get a charm from the Morningside Witches.

"Witches? As in real witches, or are they just a bunch of girls in long flowing dresses and have an aversion to artificial light?"

"They're real witches, in long flowing dresses, with an aversion to artificial light." Hattie gave her father a side-ways glance, and then smiled. "Honestly, you have nothing to worry about. They're good people." Hattie looked at her father again and winced. "Don't flirt with them."

"Flirt? Me?" He genuinely looked surprised.

"Yes, you," she replied, nudging him gently with her shoulder. "You're a charming old rogue, and you know it."

So, there we have it. It's the first draft so that piece may not even appear in the finished book. If you haven't yet read any stories from the Edinburgh Elemental series, the first book, The Trouble With Pixies, is FREE from all good ebook retailers.

You can find more intriguing snippets from fellow SFFSat authors by clicking this here linkage.

Ciao!

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To celebrate Doctor Who’s 50th Anniversary, can this picture of the man that started it all get a million notes?

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probably not

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77 milion people watched it yesterday, what is 1 milion for us. Let’s do this.

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CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!!! WHOVIANS ASSEMBLE!!

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Or a playstation or a flat screen TV or a newer car, etc and etc. I know people that work under the table for half their pay and get paid on the books for the rest and collect welfare. I know of drug dealers that collect for tax purposes even though they pull in thousands of untaxed money each month dealing. Tell me how I am not supposed to be upset with these people like I am with greedy corporate cronies? I’m not heartless. These people are selfish and unethical.

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Except not everyone who has nice things is automatically cheating the system. People are given things as gifts. People buy things and THEN qualify for assistance. People save up for nice things. You can’t assume what someone’s situation is just by what they own.

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We were eating only donated Panera bread, rice, and turnips. My father was sneaking to the various blood banks in town to sell his plasma at twice the rate they allow. My mother was dying due to not having her medicine, which cost well over $1,200 a month after insurance. My autistic baby brother wanted to do something nice for me. He worked for months making custom art pieces to sell. He worked up courage despite crippling social anxiety and speech problems to ask the neighbors if he could do chores for them to earn more money - raking the yard, helping clean their house, walking their dogs. For nine months he carefully hoarded his money in a jar in his bedroom. He counted it every single night and compared it to the cost of what he wanted to get for me for Christmas. Finally he had enough. He bought me a DS Lite and a pokemon game. He was so happy. Until one of our neighbors, a highly conservative jackass, saw me with it outside a couple weeks later. My brother was with me. The neighbor stormed up and became screaming at us, a pair of teenagers, over how we could be so selfish to spend money on “electronic shit” when we were a family on food stamps. Spittle flying from his lips, cuss words every other second, rage radiating off of him so violently that our father came running out of the house - at a limp, since his spine is broken, which causes him horrific daily pain beyond what I can imagine - to protect us. My brother was never the same again. There is no happy ending here. That episode in his life changed him permanently and for the past seven years he has almost never left his room and never gone to a friend’s house. He is terrified of the neighbors and believes he is a bad person. Because of fucking people like you OP. Because of fuckers who believe that they know what life is like for everyone and have a right to judge. So fuck you OP. If you know drug dealers, report them, go on and put your ass on the line then. But for fuck’s sake don’t you dare thing you understand what goes on in the life of the people who live in never-ending, grinding poverty. Because you have *no fucking clue* what goes on in the detailed lives of others. You want to talk selfish? Look in the fucking mirror.

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This is an important post.

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that time Bill O Reily was shocked and appalled that poor people could afford *gasp* A TV AND A FRIDGE IN THEIR APT? and went on a rant saying these ppl shouldn’t be on welfare because they have a plasma tv and fridge because obviously poor people need to not have tvs and fridge because poor ppl should be storing their food underground in holes and draw on walls with stones and sticks for entertainment.

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When I was a child on welfare, eating rotten lunch meat, walking in shoes with cardboard in the bottoms to cover the holes, I had an extensive collection of My Little Ponies.  Not “one or two horses”; over three hundred, all told, and almost all the major playsets.  Maybe, oh, 10% of the total came from my mother, over the course of the eight years I spent collecting and living with her.  The rest were gifts from family members who didn’t know about our situation, but knew from Gramma’s chatty “everything is fine” letters that I loved My Little Pony.  They were from the charity groups that let you sign up and specify what your children wanted for Christmas.  They were from me saving every penny I found on the street.  They were from favorite teachers who knew how poor we were, who wanted me to have birthday happiness.  We’re talking thousands of dollars of plastic horses, almost none of which took a dime from Mom’s budget.  And the ones that did?  She was a mother trying not to break her daughter’s heart.

Every time someone yelled at us because poor people shouldn’t have nice things, we all died a little inside, and I clutched my horses even harder.  I needed something bright and beautiful in the world, to make up for the roaches in the walls and the mold growing on the butter.

Unless you’re someone’s accountant, you don’t know where they’re putting their money, and it’s not your place to judge.

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DM can stand for Direct Messages in Twitter or the Daily Mail out there in the big bad world. I don’t read either, and all my friends know that I never read British newspapers of any kind.

Nonetheless there are always those that like to sympathise: today I’ve had plenty of, “Ooh you seem to have...

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And another one...

I may as well show off the cover for the second book in the series, The Grandparent Trap, while I'm here.

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Cover Reveals

Lookey-look. A new cover for The Whispering Tombs! Yes, I'm excited!

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As a server, I did an experiment tonight, I was saying basically only Doctor Who quotes to my tables, some understood, others did not. These are a few of the phrases and people’s reactions:

[When greeting tables] "Oh hello! I’m The Doctor! I am here to help! Look, they gave me a badge with my...

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REBLOG if you think Tumblr needs to improve its message/fanmail system, with an Outbox, so you can keep track of what's been said in a conversation.

(With enough support—reblogs in the thousands—I’ll write to them, pointing out the deficiency, but so should you.)

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Writing a Doctor Who/Torchwood fanfic featuring the Eleventh Doctor, Owen Harper and Toshiko Sato.

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My comic; “Introversion” is finished! Please go to the main page of my blog to read it in full size (the text is kinda small)

I really hope you’ll like it!

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This is the story of my life.

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SFFSat 17/08/2013

(SFFSat is a webring of SciFi/Fantasy authors who display their wares - whether it's a WIP or a published story - within ten sentences, each Saturday)

(Couldn't find a relevant image so here's a woman with a ship on her head, courtesy of African_Fi @ www.sxc.hu)

Good morrow, citizens of Planet Earth. I bid you greetings as a freshly-laundered 32 year (years?) old fellow Earthling. Well, not you. You're not from Earth. I've seen the pictures... I digress.... Onwards and upwards to this week's offering of my SFFSat delights. I have no idea what story I'm going to copy and paste ten sentences from, so I'm just going to make them up on the spot. Here goes... Quality woke with a start, still in the revealing crimson dress she'd spent the previous evening entombed in, being groped, fondled, pinched and leered at by a succession of randy otherworlders. It had been a good night. So why she was now lying in a stinking, dark medieval-like dungeon, her arms and legs shackled to the wall and floor, she couldn't quite say. Only three sentences. But an intriguing three, nonetheless, I think you'll agree. And don't worry - Ms Times has not gone all Fifty Shades on you all! The above (I've decided) will be the beginning of the third Quality Times story, The Ballad of Rhett Rockett, when I eventually finish the first draft and get cracking on the rewrites. Click HERE for more scrumptious SFFSat offerings from far better writers than myself. Come on, you know it's true! :P

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what makes you think I would ever give you back?

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The New Adventure by ~mavroaima

(Not one of mine - it's too good! Kinda wishing we see River interact with Twelve at least once).

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Made this yonks ago... but still love it!