I had intended saving  this chapter for  Saturday 21st September, which is supposed to be Ed Straker’s birthday (according to the unfilmed  UFO  script ‘The Patriot’) , but all being well, I am hoping to post  a new short story here on the day , simply to celebrate.

Keep watching!

Chapter 14

‘Here you are. I saved them for you.’ Mary put several newspapers onto the bed as Straker raised himself up. ‘How are you today?’ Continue reading →

The face in front of him was blurred in the blinding lights from above and for a moment he thought he was under the water again, drowning. He tried reaching out for the pole, but his hands were pinned down and he could not lift them. He was trapped. Continue reading →

A personal note. Sometimes it all seems worthwhile. You know who you are. Thankyou.

Chapter 12 

(Link to story so far:  The Needs of the Many)

‘Straker?’

‘Sir.’ He waited. The final day of preliminary assessments, his scuba qualification approved, all assignments completed. Continue reading →

(Link to  story  so far –  The Needs of the Many )

Chapter 11

Straker parked the car in its usual place and unlocked the front door, easing it shut with one cautious hand. Well past midnight. Later than he had intended even though it was the weekend. Continue reading →

In June 2009 I re-discovered UFO and started reading what little fanfiction there was to be found. Then I started writing it as well. A lot has happened since then, both in terms of my development as a writer and in my personal life. I remember the thrill of reading that there was going to be a new UFO film, and the grim realisation after two years of waiting  that,  like a lot of things we are promised, it was probably never going  to appear. Perhaps it is for the best. Continue reading →

Chapter 10

‘Excellent work Colonel Straker. I’m impressed, and that’s not an easy thing to do. You’ve given me a great deal to think about.’

‘Thank you General.’ Straker stood easy, waiting for the older man to finish leafing through the papers: blueprints, schematics, proposals and even finance matters. Three months of solid work condensed in the last frantic hours into a working document. Continue reading →

Chapter 9

‘Colonel Straker. Jackson tells me you’ve settled in, all things considered.’ Thornton pulled out a chair and sat down. ‘Nearly three months now.’ Continue reading →

Chapter 8

Freeman and Jackson watched in silence. Stillness filled the air. Straker sitting there, head bowed, hands lying open on his lap, the odd twitch of shoulders and spine the only sign of movement as his subconscious fought to keep him upright, dark stains on his shirt, sweat stiffening his light blonde hair and in front of him in a hole in the ground, a parcel wrapped in dark paper. The smell of brandy wafted across the clearing and the two watchers looked at each other, perplexed. Continue reading →