Welcome to Lightcudder’s World. No long diatribe here about the rights and wrongs of canon, or tags, or what I believe in, or what you should read, or what I think about UFO or other writers. I write UFO stories. Simple as that. You are welcome to read them if you wish. Comments always appreciated
In the Service of Others 10,000 The end of TImelash
Driving Force 14,000 Who is Edgar Strachan?
Regretfully, I find it once more necessary to make the following absolutely clear, (despite several malicious and false comments posted elsewhere.) Continue reading
SHADO CON is GO! June 3rd at the QUAD Derby!
Confirmed guests include:
*Ayshea Brough (Lt Johnson)
*Michael Jayston (The Sound of Silence)
*Ruric Powell (Scriptwriter: Conflict and The Dalotek Affair)
*Keith Alexander (Lt Keith Ford)
Tickets £45 available early February:
Author’s note: The following takes place at the very end of Timelash
A kaleidoscope of blurred and unrecognisable faces appeared, voices echoing and distorted, but he could make out the words. ‘It could open his mind or destroy it.’
And he retreated to the only safe place he knew. Continue reading
There will be a new UFO story posted here early in January. Not a ‘Christmas ‘ story per se, but a new one all the same. And then I will be taking a break from UFO for a few months. For the last couple of years I have been focussing on my professional writing and I need to finish editing the next novels I have waiting to be published next year, as well as continue work on three new ones that are in various stages of development.
As a result, I will be posting here less frequently, although I will continue to write UFO. But, for anyone who wants to read older Christmas UFO ??
One Wish at Christmas (angst, character death, paranormal)
Fluff (fluff – lots and lots of fluff)
Stopping By Woods (snow. and more snow)
And for anyone who hasn’t read the following fabulous stories by AnDelenDir
The Fishmonger’s Daughter
Companion (Adult themes)
Ltcdr is pleased to announce S.H.A.D.O. CON. A one day event for fans of Gerry and Sylvia Anderson’s cult series UFO
To be held on SATURDAY 3rd JUNE 2017 at The QUAD cinema Market Place, Derb
Ayshea Brough – Lt Ayshea Johnson
Michael Jayston – Russell Stone (The Sound of Silence)
Plus more guests to be announced… (Guests appear subject to personal/professional commitments)
Tickets will be on sale early 2017
Details on the S.H.A.D.O. CON facebook page HERE
‘Colonel? A word please.’ Ford beckoned to Alec Freeman.
‘Not sure. It’s Commander Straker’s car – ’ Continue reading
He had no idea how much time had passed while he lay in the tranquil dimness. No words confusing his mind, no voices filtering into his thoughts, to twist and warp his perception. He let his body relax, let his limbs, still quivering with exhaustion, recover. Tiredness crept over him but he was cold now, too cold to sleep and his bed was waiting. He sat up and looked around. What was he doing here, in the dark? This place, this car was unfamiliar and he shivered. Continue reading
Keith fastened his seat belt. Lockhart and the rest of the team were still talking, voices muted as they completed final checks before boarding. After ten days the search was close to ending.
No one in Headquarters had questioned the recent activities, despite Colonel Freeman’s preoccupied demeanour and Foster’s reposting to the safety of Moonbase They must have known something was amiss, but they accepted the curt explanation that Straker had been involved in a car crash and was recuperating. Continue reading
Alec Freeman locked the door and sat, arms folded and grimacing. ‘This is taking too long. What the hell is going wrong?’
‘You knew it was going to be hard. We both did. Look. He’s tough. It might take longer, but we’ll find him. We have to.’ Virginia poured a whisky and handed it over. ‘We have to hang on. There’s no other option.’
‘Failure? It could come down to that, you know. We should think about what we might have to do if we don’t…’ Alec gulped his drink and put the empty glass down on the table. He leaned back, stretching with weariness. Continue reading
Lockhart handed over the component. ‘No prints, nothing of any use.’
‘Have you checked it?’ Freeman held the small flash drive up to the light, staring at it as if hoping to find something the security team had missed. It was a cheap brand, freely available in supermarkets and online, the blue plastic wiped clean, no fingerprints at all, not that they expected any. There was no point in wasting energy trying to track its source, far better to spend the time trying to analyse the contents. Continue reading