Author’s note: The following takes place at the very end of Timelash. A kaleidoscope of blurred and unrecognisable faces appeared, voices echoing and distorted, but he could make out the words. ‘It could open his mind or destroy it.’ And he retreated to the only safe place he knew. Tall iron gates formed a barrier against uninvited travellers or casual tradesmen and he paused, wondering whether he had…
He knew he was dreaming; there was a part of him that was separate, watching from the sidelines as the young boy sat beside the fireplace opening the present from his parents then looking up at them, his eyes wide with delight. He saw the young officer polishing the silver napkin rings at the table, his elderly parents sitting beside him, chatting about work and friends, delighted to have him…
By the time she told him to slow down he was shaking with cold and heat and fear. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, switching on the hazard lights. They had not seen one other vehicle on the roads since leaving… leaving… He opened the door, desperate to get out, tangling his arm in the seat belt for a frantic moment. He made it to…
The house looked strangely familiar, the white gate in the fence giving a familiar and welcoming creak as he pushed it open, the path curving around the bole of a heavy tree. He stopped, fearful, his heart pounding now, not from exertion, but dread. ‘Come with me.’ She was there beside him, her fingers on his elbow, guiding him, gentle hands leading him towards the windows with their bright lights…
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. Straker flicked the radio on, more in…
Pestis Buggerit Cuniculus, or as it is more commonly know, Plot Bunny, is a creature known to inhabit even the most hostile areas of the world. Antarctic Field camps, the deepest abysses of the oceans, the scorching deserts of Africa, wherever mankind goes, PB Cuniculus is there as well. There is no danger of this small, and sometimes timid, creature ever becoming extinct, as it adapts almost instantaneously to any…
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…
‘No. Your inflection is still incorrect. Read the poem again, Straker. From the beginning.’ It was still difficult to accept his name. He had been Straehk for over thirty years, and one did not cast aside so much time with callous ease. But no-one called him that name now and although there were times he longed to hear his given name he knew that it was a necessity, that they…
