Chapter 1
‘Colonel? A word please.’ Ford beckoned to Alec Freeman.
‘Trouble?’
‘Not sure. It’s Commander Straker’s car – ’ Continue reading
Chapter 1
‘Colonel? A word please.’ Ford beckoned to Alec Freeman.
‘Trouble?’
‘Not sure. It’s Commander Straker’s car – ’ Continue reading
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
Halley
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
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.
A UFO Fairy Tale
By Lightcudder
©April 2012
Usual disclaimers apply.. with a pinch of disbelief and a lot of fairy dust
Warning: The Grimm brothers have a lot to answer for. Continue reading
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
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.
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
‘Yes? Is there a problem?’
‘It’s locked.’
‘Is it?’ Straker didn’t look up.
‘Any particular reason? I mean.. does anyone ever go down there? The lower levels? It’s all distribution rooms and redundancy back-up systems.’ Continue reading
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