It was late morning by the time Rebecca arrived at the Shelter, her hair still damp from a quick shower, and her mind focussing on things other than work. She paced her office for a while, unable to settle and wondering what Ed was doing. If he was alright. What should she say to him? What words might he say to her? He had drowned. Dear God. Continue reading
Shepherd will continue in a couple of days. It takes quite a long time to post it here, and on the other site and I tend to be busy at weekends at the moment. But, it will come to a conclusion shortly.. and then… well, I will see what happens next to Straker and Rebecca.
One thing I have realised is that there are some characters from Shepherd who refuse to stay quiet and who, hopefully, will make a re-appearance later on this year in stories of their own.
Miss Ealand watched him come into the Main reception area, a hesitant figure, looking incongruous in the ultra-modern surroundings. He stood there, casting around and worried and she went out to greet him.
‘Mr Atwood. Good to see you. You are here for the interview?’ Continue reading
Written for the AO3 Yuletide Challenge.
When I was given the task of writing a Captain Scarlet story for the Challenge, I remembered a comic strip from years ago, and one particular illustration from that strip became the starting point for my story. Continue reading
This is set in the era of the original series, and comes some time after the episodes ‘Conflict’ and ‘Court Martial’.
Doug Jackson was one of the most enigmatic of the characters in UFO, a man who seemed to have his own agenda at times. There is virtually no backstory for him and in this story I have attempted to give him some ‘past’, some reason for his, at times, very reserved behaviour. This has been harder to write than I anticipated, but I hope that my recipient enjoys it.
It contains snow. And Christmas. And Straker. (And some angst) What more can anyone ask for? 😉
Mr. Dale Atwood. The envelope looked important and official and he panicked for a moment as he wondered who could possibly have a reason to write to him. There was a temptation to throw it away without opening, and in the past he had done that with letters from the banks and building societies and credit companies, but he turned the envelope over with a trembling hand and read the return address. Continue reading
Shepherd updates – OOOPS! Frantically busy Christmas here, and the drive with Shepherd on it was locked away out of the reach of sproglets. I will post the next chapter, and a new, short Christmas story, tomorrow – Sunday 4th!