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
‘Colonel? A word please.’ Ford beckoned to Alec Freeman.
‘Not sure. It’s Commander Straker’s car – ’
‘Let me see.’ Freeman pulled the monitor around and stared at the screen, frowning. ‘Call it.’ Continue reading
The first chapter of ‘Driving Force’ will be posted here on Sept 21st, with following chapters each Wednesday. It runs at 14,000 words and was (as usual) great fun to write but in some respects, personally very difficult. It has been waiting to be posted for some time, but the time is now right to ‘let it go’.
Those of you who read the Fanderson forum may be aware of the recent comments about fanfiction and the people who write it – so I had intended to dedicate Driving Force to the person (troll?) who calls fanfic ”sappy romances’ and ‘unimportant crap’ then I realised that his opinion is just that: unimportant crap.
(Oh – and Driving Force is far from being romantic! )
Gentle waves washed the silver sand clear of footprints, and in the house on the cliff above only one light remained as Jeff Tracy finished his work. He put his empty mug down on the desk, heedless of the coffee ring on the once polished surface, and went over to the piano, stroking one hand over the dull and sticky surface. The keys were dusty and he pressed a few of them, just to hear the sound once more. Continue reading
A Thunderbirds fanfic story by Ltcdr. © 2014
Sleep eluded him, the once-familiar lines and angles in his bedroom morphing into strange and somewhat threatening shapes. Long-forgotten monsters from his childhood lurked in every corner and he sat up, rubbing his face with a trembling hand, reluctant to turn on the light. A few paces to the bathroom, taking care not to stub toes on the corner of his desk, a quick slash to empty a bladder that wasn’t really complaining. But it was better than lying there, waiting for sleep that never came. It was nearly four in the morning. Continue reading
I am very proud to have been involved in writing this booklet.
My sincere thanks to Mike Jones and Fanderson.
Several Links on the site have ‘gone down’ recently and have now been restored. While doing this I realised I had not posted the Ed Straker: One Hour story from … way back when! So long ago in fact that I have got through six laptops and a PC since writing that story! I have added it here simply to keep it online.
He looked at his watch again. 04.47 hours. And he was still awake. He turned over, restlessly, trying to get comfortable on the bed, but whenever he closed his eyes, whenever sleep crept up on him, he awoke with a jolt, sure that there was someone in the room, someone there, just standing, just watching. In the end he gave up trying to sleep.
I found an art folder this morning. An assortment of photographs, sketches, ideas for drawings etc, and, tucked right at the back my very first piece of ‘fanart’. A drawing of Straker done in pencil and not posted anywhere now. Seems a long time ago, and I hope my skills have improved since then. 😉 Continue reading