Doc Sherwood

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The Girls From Space, Chapter Three
“Talk to me, Prof.” Every wall-monitor along the corridor blinked to a direct line, so that Dylan and Phoenix were marching past image after image of one aged yellowish face.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Two
Considering The Foretold One had no face, it was remarkable how quickly Mona decided his nonexistent physiognomy was that of the inveterate fossil-crusher.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter One
Limb Four twinkled not. The so-called Patriotic Planet languished under a pall of shadow. “Auntie Green, do not engage. Repeat, do not engage.”
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Night Goes By
The moon shone over the rooftops of the little town. I lay awake in one of the spare bedrooms as the minutes ticked into hours, night slowly becoming the day when my friend and I were supposed to go home.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Stranded
"I am never going to forgive you for this," were my friend's words of greeting to me when she returned home, which was to say the golden-haired girl's house, at half past four the following afternoon.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Toward School with Heavy Looks
We waited in the bus station for ours to arrive. A group of girls in tight black lycra shorts and halter-tops came in and stood at another bay. The golden-haired girl stared at them.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Communications Breakdown
I was frightened of skipping class but today I could see there wasn't anything else for it. "Come on, we'd better get after her," I said to my friend. "PE's going to have to wait!"
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Rebecca is Back
Comically, that bum-scratching left-handed student's little sister had borrowed her light brown plaid skirt, so that when I first saw her in the shop I thought for a second it was her!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Thanks, Morgan
Morgan was lazily scratching the backs of her long legs with a ballpoint pen. She was the first thing I saw when I shyly stepped out into her garden after undressing, and that slow stroking action alone was starting to make my head spin. We were both down to our underwear, white cotton limpid in the dusk, but the high black hedges surrounding Morgan’s house guaranteed privacy. Though it was evening, there was still enough light in the late June sky for us to see each other.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part three
“You shouldn’t poke it out so much then,” Jenny replied. “My serve!” I felt utterly defeated. She was right – nothing was ever going to hurt a girl in that way, just like no girl was ever going to be bothered in a PE lesson by what she had to carry around in her underwear. But I knew I couldn’t give up, so got ready for Jenny’s serve, feeling a pang of panic as I remembered she only needed one more volley to win. Doubtless Jenny saw the flicker of anxiety that crossed my face at this thought.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part two
I should have known what I was letting myself in for, since it wasn’t even like I’d never played Jenny at tennis before. It was just I’d somehow decided the honour of boys everywhere rested on the outcome of this mixed-singles match. That was how I came to be scampering round the tennis court in Jenny’s garden this late birthday afternoon before tea, trying hard to keep up with her, for although younger than me she was very good at this game indeed.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Birthday Battle, part one
My birthday. Somehow I’d survived three weeks of perpetual aching which threatened to drive me up the wall in PE, not to mention a related problem reliably coming up several times a day. I was meeting Morgan tonight, for what I very much hoped would be a blissful ending to my interminable wait! One hurdle remained though, because Jenny had insisted on throwing me a birthday tea round at hers. I couldn’t turn down her invitation without explaining to her what my other plans were, and as I had a feeling Jenny wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to know about these, there wasn’t much choice but to get the tea over with first!
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction