One Wish at Christmas (complete)

 

A UFO story by
Lightcudder

Chapter 1

The roads were busy with revellers heading into town to celebrate, noisy groups of party-goers filling the evening with their shrieks of laughter and the once pristine snow covering the carpark when he arrived three days ago was now little more than a thin covering of slush spattering the windscreen with clods of brown half-rotted ice. Continue reading

One Wish at Christmas: Final part

He knew he was dreaming; there was a part of him that was separate, watching from the sidelines as the young boy sat beside the fireplace opening the present from his parents then looking up at them, his eyes wide with delight. He saw the young officer polishing the silver napkin rings at the table, his elderly parents sitting beside him, chatting about work and friends, delighted to have him home for the holidays. Continue reading

One Wish at Christmas: Part 4

The main control room, and yet it was not. So different, so very different. Oh it was SHADO, there was no questioning that, but these people were not his, this was not his Control room. His SHADO was not a jumble of burnt out and wrecked consoles, of exhausted and filthy staff clustered around the few remaining machines that still seemed to be active. Wires and cables looping from broken conduits and from spaces between blackened ceiling tiles. No one in uniform, only one or two faces that he recognised. The alarms were sounding and yet no one was reacting, as if they were past caring or were too numb to react. Continue reading

T’was the night…..

T‘was the night before Christmas and in SHADO’s main base,

Ed Straker was working, a frown on his face.

The tinsel was hanging, the presents were wrapped.

Moonbase was active, three UFOs were trapped,

And Foster was flirting with Gay and with Joan

While  Alec was sulking, for once all  alone.

Then in the  control room arose such a clatter

Alec leapt to his feet shouting ‘What is the matter!’

Ford turned on his monitor quick as a flash,

And started to search for the source of the crash.

‘Nothing on sensors, no enemy  in sight,

No reason to fret sir, it all seems alright.’

But Straker knew better and gave a great shout

Come on everybody, we need to get out!

‘Now Ayshea and  Ford and Ellis and Barry,

You need to make haste and  please do not tarry,

And Alec and Ford and Miss Ealand and  Grey.

Everyone come now! Up and away!

Come follow me if you all want a gift!’

He leapt for the stairs, no time for the lift,

‘Hurry up Hurry up all!  For goodness sake!’

And they all followed after, even poor Lake.

And there on the roof they espied  such a sight

A  fat little man clothed in red and in white.

His beard was so long it went down to his toes

His cheeks were bright red and so was his nose.

He had a fat belly and a fat throaty laugh.

‘Welcome Ed Straker and all of your staff!’

He shouted across from the studio height

‘On this the most magic and wonderful  night.

Come gather around my trusty old sleigh

For I have a present for all here today!’

They clustered around him, in surprise and delight.

And stepped up, one by one, for their present that night.

Then Santa blew kisses and climbed on his sleigh

(Towed by eight mini-mobiles) ‘I must be away!

Goodnight everyone, Happy Christmas to all.’

And he shook out the reins and gave a great call.

‘Come on mini-mobiles, time we must go

We have presents to give, to all of SHADO.

Moonbase is next, the stockings hang ready,

Bradley wants Lego and Joan gets a teddy.

And then we are diving down to the sea,

Where Waterman’s crew are waiting for me.

I’ve presents galore on the back of my sleigh

To deliver tonight so I’ll be on my way

So goodbye ‘til next year, my dear SHADO Commander!

Keep an eye out for aliens, don’t let your mind wander!’

And with one last hurrah, he flew out of sight

To continue his journey on that special night.

While Straker and Alec and all of the crew,

Waved a goodbye as he faded from view.

Then they went back downstairs all merry and bright.

To open their gifts on that most special night.

…………………

So to friends and to fans, I send my best wishes,

For a  Merry Christmas with hugs and with kisses.

……………

Cheers. 😉

LtCdr. still writing.

LtCdr.

 

 

 

 

 

Moment of Truth

A UFO Story
By Lightcudder
©May 2012
Usual disclaimers apply.
Takes place approx three weeks after ‘The Man Who Came Back’

Dedicated to: ‘The London Five’.

The green light gave the go-ahead, I punched the button and the carriage door slid open, releasing me onto the platform. Commuters hurried past on their way to work, holding newspapers, briefcases and the ever-present umbrella, even in such mild conditions. I had nothing to carry except the letter and, for once, I was travelling by train. Parking was always a nightmare here, and it was easier this way, especially for such a brief meeting as this. I did not intend hanging around afterwards. I would give him the envelope and my explanation and then… walk away. After that? I had no idea what I was going to do then. Continue reading

One Wish at Christmas: Part 2

The house looked strangely familiar, the white gate in the fence giving a familiar and welcoming creak as he pushed it open, the path curving around the bole of a heavy tree. He stopped, fearful, his heart pounding now, not from exertion, but dread.

‘Come with me.’ She was there beside him, her fingers on his elbow, guiding him, gentle hands leading him towards the windows with their bright lights and drapes pulled back. He was powerless to do anything other than walk beside her. He knew every step of this path, every uneven slab, the treacherous part where a leaky downspout always left a trail of ice in winter. He knew where he was and yet this was impossible. He did not want to go any further. Not to see … Continue reading

One Wish at Christmas: Pt 1

A UFO story by
Lightcudder

Chapter 1

The roads were busy with revellers heading into town to celebrate, noisy groups of party-goers filling the evening with their shrieks of laughter and the once pristine snow covering the carpark when he arrived three days ago was now little more than a thin covering of slush spattering the windscreen with clods of brown half-rotted ice.

Straker flicked the radio on, more in the hope of erasing the aching silence and to him help stay awake than any desire to listen to music. He had not expected to hear children singing, not at this time of the evening, although he should have known. It was Christmas Eve after all. The carol ceased and he reached out to change stations but drew back as one boy began a solo. ‘Once in Royal David’s City…. ‘ John had sung that carol. Not a solo performance, but with a group of other boys in the school Christmas concert. It had been John’s his last concert, his last ever Christmas. Continue reading

My Mate

Straker put the phone down, sighing. Another problem sorted and yet another late night. He pushed his chair back, allowing himself the luxury of a lengthy stretch and a yawn, then checked his watch. Eighteen hours behind him and a full shift ahead. The problems involving Skydiver’s resupply schedule had taken hours to rectify and he was simply too weary to go home, not that there was much point in that. He had enough time for a shower and maybe a catnap before his first meeting of the day. Continue reading