The bar door opens. Tall slender blond walks in, takes a seat at the bar and orders a beer. Older man, dark haired and eyed, looks at him curiously. “Beer?” Slight smile as he takes a drink. “Old friends.” Knowing look. “Ah. So it seems.” Takes a drink of his own beer. Silence for a moment as the rest of the people think and then take drinks of various sorts….
With heavy heart, Jeff Tracy called his family together for an important meeting. For so long, he had stood in the shadow of a Creator who inspired others to take up the light. Now he had to let his boys know that what might be the ultimate loss had been suffered. Still, there were other bright lights out there. Perhaps this was only change, not ending. The Tracy boys entered…
“Where do you think you are going?“ Straker pivoted on his heels, barely able to keep himself from falling into a defensive crouch. The voice was a lively, southern London banter, young and markedly devoid of respect. Respect he considered his due, given his stripes and pilot’s coverall. The speaker lounged lazily against the hangar’s corrugated iron, arms folded, eyes hidden behind sunglasses and wearing a British version of his…
(This takes place sometime after the events in ‘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…
A UFO ‘very’short story By Lightcudder 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…
Saturday Night Unit leader Carleton pulled another Dunhill from the pack, lit it and inhaled deeply, practically feeling the crystallization of her lungs as she did so. She knew smoking was bad, but she needed something to make sure her hands weren’t shaking. “Citizen Soldiers,” she hummed under her breath. Damn. That she didn’t jump out of her skin as the pale man approached owed more to her training than…
1. Paul Foster climbed into the jet. Jim, his co-pilot, started the check procedure. “Take off in two minutes.” “Roger”, Foster murmured. He had an uncomfortable feeling while the test plane rolled into her start position. “What’s the matter, Paul?” Jim asked while they waited for the take-off clearance from the tower. “Don’t know, but … last night I had the nightmare of the UFO again.” “Oh that”, his comrade…
She started paddling for speed long before the peak was much more than a roller. She had to be travelling- laying on her board, faster than the wave in order to catch it. Some surfers could drop in late, when the wave was already curling over, the bottom dropping out, and slide into the tube or shoot out way in front of the crushing lip of the tube. Then lean…
dragon watches too much anime. UFO/D. Gray-man. Nothing mine except for the OCs. *** The crash site was remote, far back in the tree shrouded Appalachian Mountains. Straker surveyed the long tree top smashing route the spinner had taken to land in the clearing where it was nearly half buried in the black loam of the region. So far, there was no indication of survivors as they moved in to…
London. August 2012 One Shot He lay prone on the mat, mind half-aware of the crowd falling silent, even as he was focusing on the sights. A long way to the target. Too far? No. He had trained for this, trained until targets blurred from exhaustion and his muscles trembled with fatigue. Perfect weather. Cloudy skies, no sun glinting in his eyes, no wind to distort the path of the…