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Small Pleasures 1
Tags: Slight inference of m/m. Nothing graphic though. Inferred violence. And a shower
(This takes place sometime after ‘Survival’)
No one ever locked the doors to the tiny guest cubicles on Moonbase. In fact, for safety reasons the doors wouldn’t lock although privacy was always respected. The unwritten rule was to knock on a door and wait for a moment before entering. It would have been easy to just walk in, but he respected the rules, and the man, too much to just barge in unannounced as if it was an emergency. Continue reading
Vodka. Final chapter
I have posted the final chapter of Vodka, (the last story in the Moonlight and Vodka trilogy) The story is, however, password protected, so if you wish to read the whole story please contact me. (My email address is on the Contact page.)
Forgot all about this picture. One I did a long time ago and somehow it never got put in my folder, and seems to have disappeared from my sites. I’m in the process of using it for a banner so thought I would stick it up here, just so I don’t forget it again.. I did this a long time ago and still love the stern look.
Acrylic on paper. A4 size.
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Fluff ( A UFO story for New Year)
( I don’t normally do fluff. I hate fluff. So does Straker now.)
‘Go away Colonel. You can see I’m busy.’
Alec Freeman let the large box rest on the edge of the desk. ‘Just for tonight. I borrowed it from FX for the party at Janice’s and I’m going to Moonbase in a couple of hours. No time to take it home. I’ll shift it as soon as I get back tomorrow.’
Straker sighed. ‘Very well, but put it over there.’ He waved a hand and carried on working as Freeman hauled the heavy carton up again and carried it to the other corner of the room. It slid from his hands before he could lower it the last few inches and there was a soft thud and the sound of something cracking. Continue reading
Final Chapter: The Needs of the Many
Chapter 17
‘I know how to fasten a bow tie, Alec.’ Straker brushed the hands away with a feeling of irritation. It was bad enough having the fluttery feeling in his stomach again, but Alec’s persistent questions and attempts to help him were only making him uncomfortable. Continue reading
Midnight: A Hallowe’en Story
A ‘Hallowe’en’ UFO story
I’m back. He’s back. Not sure which of us is the happier.
Chapter 1
October 19th 2013
‘Time.’ Straker glanced around the Control room before swinging the microphone around and leaning forward to speak. ‘All sensors to maximum. All stations Red Alert.’ A satisfying silence. No unnecessary noise, no distracting replies, just a well-trained workforce in action. Foster looked up from the satellite image he was studying.
‘Here it comes.’
Penumbral lunar eclipse. Not uncommon, but with solar activity rendering the Antarctic satellite system temporarily out of contact, the whole continent was an open target for any UFO fortunate enough to get past the lunar defences. Straker stood there, arms folded and watching as satellite images displayed the lunar surface turning red, Ford concentrating on the sensors, head tilted to one side as if he was listening to some faint, far-away sound, Foster tapping his fingers soundlessly on his thigh. Alec, out of contact at the other end of the world would be listening as well.
They were all waiting. Continue reading
Hallowe’en
Couldn’t resist the plot bunny that bounded into my thoughts as I was doing some research, and, with Hallowe’en approaching what better time to do something dark and angst-ridden! Continue reading
Chapter 16: The Needs of the Many
Chapter 16
‘Didn’t know you could sing like that.’ Alec burped and raised his glass in a toast. Straker sidled back into his seat and reached for his own drink, gulping it down with a sigh of relief. Alec leaned over wrapping a heavy arm round Straker’s shoulder, beery breath in his friend’s ear. ‘Should’ve told me. Could have done a duet.’ Continue reading
The Needs of the Many: Chapter 15
Chapter 15
‘Good to see you.’
‘I wanted to come out when I heard about the accident, but work…’ Alec Freeman shrugged and dropped his bag in the boot of Straker’s car. ‘You know how it is. Couldn’t have come now but for the transfer. Anyway, you look well. How’s the General?’
‘Convalescing. Slowly.’ Straker took his cap off and smoothed his hair back into place. ‘Three months isn’t very long though.’
‘Long enough for you.’ Freeman grinned and clapped Straker on the back. ‘That was the last thing I expected. An invite to your wedding.’
Straker busied himself with opening doors and getting into the car. ‘A lot can happen in three months Alec.’ Continue reading