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What Psiona Saw, Chapter Three
Psiona insisted on setting up some test-tubes at once, and even the scarcely-there hints of vanilla-pod and laundered linen which were her idea of smelling were much needed by 4-H-N just then. Having sniffed a few, she could feel a little of what was in her starting to settle. The girls sat on either side of the circular tea-table, Psiona’s chemistry kit between them, and she for a time waiting in patience while 4-H-N’s tiny flaring nostrils did the work.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 10 hours ago in Chapters
What Psiona Saw, Chapter Two
4-H-N blinked when that one opened her hotel room door. It let onto the interior of an asteroidal cave, whose rocky walls were embellished by various items of technological apparatus. Seated before a monitor-screen and control-panel was another, identical Psiona, this one clad in the diaphanous gauzy garments of her homeworld.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 13 hours ago in Chapters
What Psiona Saw, Chapter One
“To sum up, your journey of personal growth has the potential to be everything mine was,” pronounced Psiona from the Flash Club Headquarters small stage. “To which needful field of Alliance society will you turn your undoubted talents? It is known we will need warriors, and your union has a long tradition of supplying these. Or perhaps your gifts lie in journalism and research, as do mine? Or then again, maybe you are creative, and your keen eye for composition and tone shall lend itself to holo-photography of our sector’s myriad natural wonders? To what pursuits will you devote your glimmering future, as yet but barely glimpsed, when that yearned-after time is upon you?”
By Doc Sherwoodabout 23 hours ago in Chapters
Slippage, Chapter Two
“That’s it, luvvies!” Grothbuckets caterwauled incessantly from the touchlines. “That’s perfect! Just be natural!” What did it look like he was doing, fumed Flashslip to himself? He was clothed and shod once more but still red about the cheeks, this time for a different reason. Namely, that his pudding-faced leading lady had been following her director’s instructions to the letter, and doing everything that came naturally to the second gender at such times.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
The Old Television Studio, Chapter Three
Luminous fragments of a bygone Nottingham still ringing with the forces that had rendered its genesis flew in the darkness of that cavernous chamber, speeding to a vanishing-point far off whence emitted the summons which had taken hold of Jenny’s every sense. She saw old stone building-frontages ruddy with sunset beneath panoramas of fire-splashed cloud, and there were glowing pine-forests too, rolling on either side of the road while overhead a new night sky scintillated with stars. Here and there a flicker of friendly flame, or the yellow spark of a teleport, even hinted at The Four Heroes as they’d been then.
By Doc Sherwood2 days ago in Chapters
The Old Television Studio, Chapter One
It was a curious quality of the boy next door that Jenny could never picture his face. He looked like one or two different people she knew, between whom she guessed there must already have been a resemblance. Sometimes she was certain she saw brown hair, and eyes that stared too much. At other times however every detail would vanish behind a shrouding mask of twilight, except the eyes. That shadow was before Jenny now as she made her final checks in the hallway.
By Doc Sherwood3 days ago in Chapters
