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
Category Archives: 4. Thunderbirds fanfic
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
Halley: A Thunderbirds story.
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. Continue reading
Hand In Hand (A Thunderbirds story)
The shout from above made Virgil Tracy twist round, only the harness preventing him from losing his balance and being swept away in the torrent of floodwater. The reason for his brother’s alarm became clear. Continue reading
A short story in the Thunderbirds fandom. Continue reading
Vengeance 3: Revenge is a ……….
He grinned to himself. The door was locked, the house almost deserted, now that they had all gone off . Just him, alone. And now he could do it. Continue reading
Vengeance 2: Back with a Vengeance
Jeff called the family together in the lounge, his face sombre and grim. ‘Well boys. It’s happened again,’ his voice muted with concern. ‘She’s back.’ Continue reading
Vengeance 1: The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
She picked up her pen, the new grey Lamy, with the fine gold nib and the blue/black cartridge. Time to get started. Opening the pad of paper she had purchased only yesterday, she began. Continue reading
So here I am. Alone as usual. Waiting in the dark, in the silence. Just waiting.
There’s nothing to say.
And even if I did say anything who would listen? Continue reading