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Game of Two Halves, Chapter Four
It was night, and the Mini-Flashes’ chalet deserted and unlit, when the counter-Juniper slipped into the living-room. Having replicated her prototype’s Special Program properties, she mocked at locked doors. Now as the former might have done she stood smellingly in the living-room, suffusing that space with essence of cheesy-crackers. Her senses however assured her she was alone in this, as far as the chalet went anyway, and never mind that boy whose sweaty suit would have been detectable even to humans after such a day.
By Doc Sherwood4 days ago in Chapters
Game of Two Halves, Chapter Two
By the time Flashsatsumas had opened his mouth to yell, the wheels of his turtle had left the rink. Fright lurched in him as he and his humble steed flew. Big boys. It had to be. Surely they were the only ones here who boasted such strength as to throw him thus, or to land him so body-jarringly on the gritty tarmac.
By Doc Sherwood4 days ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter Three
A monorail train glided by overhead and Mini-Flash Juniper followed its track, keeping the high concrete struts to one side and letting the line lead her seaward. Here lay a manmade watercourse lit by brighter orbs than those behind, and by the ramp that led to the gate which was Mini-Flash Juniper’s destination, some sort of indoor sports complex glowed.
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter Two
It seemed at first a quiet sort of place to Mini-Flash Juniper as she clanked down the iron exterior stairwell. A winding path led her by a play-park, devoid of children in the deepening dusk, and presently the reception office now dim and somnolent following its busy day. In pleasant surprise at how little her enemies’ very den had thrown at her thus far, Juniper dipped with the lane into a tunnel which ran underneath the road by which she and Flashsatsumas had arrived, to step out again into the lights and landscape of the body of the camp.
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
A Land Where All Things Always Seemed The Same, Chapter One
They’d reached the part of the journey when you knew it wasn’t far now. The sea for some time had been a dark band spanning the near horizon, and on either side of Flashsatsumas and Mini-Flash Juniper wild grass verge was spilling not earth but rich golden sand, its stray grains crunchy underfoot. The land around lay flat as the road, baking in the height of summer.
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
Fun For Flashsatsumas, Chapter One
Flashsatsumas had had nothing planned for his day off but sightseeing, at an old chunk of Space-Screamer war-moon which had outlasted its creator. One of those steel walkway and glass dome sort of places, popular with tourists. He’d checked in, clipped his pink day-pass to the rubber hemline of his containment-suit, and commenced.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Immortal Hate, Chapter Two
On the music swung and swayed, and overhead the clouds inched further from their dying blaze to dark. Few would have imagined destiny was ever played out on such a stage as this, yet Petunia’s bleary audience biding the final bars of her set knew no more in truth than those who had opted to face the day with rioting and violence. Here was where that of which one girl sang was slipping away note by note, as shadow and tone and gradation of light shifted all but imperceptibly about the other girl on the corner. Sometimes with no greater outward show than this did entire chapters of a galaxy’s eons-long span bid goodbye.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
Immortal Hate, Chapter One
It was the time-interval when a space-conurbation’s artificial sky stained everything beneath with its luridness. After the moisture-purge, the last of the atmospheric condensation roiled overhead in vast formations of mustard and sulphur. By now it was too late in the diurnal round to think of regaining simulated day. Elongated polygons of light were already spilling from shopfronts and windows, etching their pattern on streets darkening and damp. At the far end of one, a small nightclub stood.
By Doc Sherwood2 months ago in Chapters
