New UFO Story
The Needs of the Many Chapter 8 added: 15.6 2013
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. I write UFO stories. Simple as that. You are welcome to read them if you wish. Comments welcome. All my UFO stories are transposed to the current day, with general technology updated, but none of the other facts altered in any way
Chapter 8
Freeman and Jackson watched in silence. Stillness filled the air. Straker sitting there, head bowed, hands lying open on his lap, the odd twitch of shoulders and spine the only sign of movement as his subconscious fought to keep him upright, dark stains on his shirt, sweat stiffening his light blonde hair and in front of him in a hole in the ground, a parcel wrapped in dark paper. The smell of brandy wafted across the clearing and the two watchers looked at each other, perplexed. Continue reading
Ed Bishop. died June 8th, 2005, age 72
These are a few screenshots from some of his many film and tv appearances. Continue reading
Hmmph. I have been tasked with writing 2,500 words (ten pages!) on one very specific topic. I need to do some serious research now. Watch this space! (Muttermuttergrumblegrumble.)
More of a personal comment here, as opposed to a UFO connection. Continue reading
Chapter 6 added to The Needs of the Many. I had tremendous fun writing this part and working out how Straker and Freeman met all those years ago, while still trying to stick within some of the boundaries of canon. I tried to keep the general ‘thread’ of the Herald timeline for Straker, but of course this IS an AU story and so some aspects will undoubtedly be very wide of the lines! And, to be honest, I had immense pleasure writing it.
Chapter 6
It was with some trepidation that Straker followed his erstwhile barber into the building. His credentials had passed the scrutiny of the guards at the entrance without question, but to be outside the car and surrounded by so many humans was an uncomfortable feeling, even though most of them ignored him. Jackson walked on, giving short explanations, nodding to several people and eventually taking him into one of the base refectories. He gestured to a table. ‘Sit down. Thornton will meet us here so you might as well have breakfast while we wait. What do you usually eat?’ Continue reading
Chapter 5
‘Your hair needs cutting. Surprised they didn’t tell you that,’ the man said, once the two of them were inside his car and Straker was rubbing the water from his face. His contact had said very little, just a quick handshake and a curt greeting before leading the way to the shelter of the car. Continue reading
I think I have it. Finally. After months (and I mean MONTHS) of scrawling ideas in notebooks and WriteItNow, and on sheets of A2 paper, only to have every single one fail at the first hurdle, I might just have got over the ‘hump’ and have a viable and more importantly a ‘do-able’ plot line. Continue reading
Chapter 4
Straker put down his pen and closed the journal with a sigh. A human response and one that he was beginning to appreciate. It fitted his feelings. He was weary of this enclosed space, but although he was free to leave whenever he chose, he had not ventured beyond the confines of his cabin. It was not that he was forbidden, although the First Officer suggested, in a caustic tone that was almost an order, that his presence in the more spacious passenger areas of the ship might cause concern. So he had remained here in this small cabin, well out of the way, reading and studying and recovering, his meals brought by a silent ensign and visited on occasions by the ship’s physician. Continue reading