My Dearest Rachel,
By the time you receive this letter, I will be far from home. It is not how I hoped our engagement would be, but duty calls and I have no other option but to do as I have been commanded. Continue reading
Category Archives: 3. UFO fanfiction
Rachel Chronicles: 11 Betrayal
Our fears do make us traitors Macbeth Act 4 Sc 2
(All times are given in relation to the following event:)
Court Martial
‘All rise.’ Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 10 Geostationary/Straker
Christmas Eve. The graveyard shift. And a skeleton staff. Continue reading
Rachel Chronicles: 9 Geostationary/Foster
Foster was disgruntled to say the least. What a shitty shift to pull. The graveyard shift, twenty hundred to oh six hundred. And on Christmas Eve as well. It was his first ever Christmas Eve night shift. And he would make damned sure it was the last time he got lumbered with it. Continue reading
No Man is an Island
‘So, which cheese do you use to hide a horse?’ Freeman’ voice was rough and grating but Straker could hear the note of amusement. He stopped paddling and twisted round, taking care not to unsettle the boat.
‘It’s hot. I am getting sunburnt. And all you can think about is telling jokes?’ Continue reading
Memento Mori
Skydiver. Come in, Skydiver.’ Keith Ford gave a despairing glance at the monitor before he spoke once more. ‘Captain Waterman; please respond.’ A hiss of static answered him. He didn’t look up, didn’t want to see the faces watching and listening as he struggled to get some answer. Anything but that mocking whisper of white noise. Continue reading
Happy Christmas to all my friends
A Round Robin is a letter that is sent out with a Christmas Card, giving details of what has happened over that last year and often the subject of much hilarity, as they tend to be very boastful and full of the wonderful things that the sender has achieved.
This is one such letter… Continue reading
Abandoned
The book was dog-eared and somewhat tatty round the edges, its fine leather cover battered and creased from having been stuffed into small cases. The dark material gave no clues to the secrets that might be contained within its pages. Unlined sheets of creamy paper, the odd one turned over at the corner. Just a book; unremarkable, unexceptional. And unnoticed.
Until now. Continue reading
Garbage
Garbage. That was all that was left now. We’d picked over the scraps, sent anything of any useable size back to HQ for analysis, cleared the site, written the interim reports. But there had been very little to retrieve. Disintegrating alien craft tend to be fairly destructive and this was not just one exploding UFO. There were several of them. It was a miracle that any buildings had survived, that anything, indeed anyone, had survived. Continue reading
Stopping By Woods
Friday Dec 17th 2010 19.46 hours:
‘I’ve finished.’ Ed Straker put his pen down and looked up at Freeman who had been standing there in the corner for the last few minutes. ‘Yes. Finally.’ Continue reading