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At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter Four
Half-running, half-tumbling along the passage, Presh was upon the stairs and letting gravity carry her down almost before she knew what she was doing. The man however wasn't slow to give chase, for Presh could already hear his bare feet slapping the hospital linoleum, together with a dreadful metallic noise which she thought at first must have come of him rhythmically opening and closing the deadly scissors on his wrists.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter One. Top Story - July 2023.
Through the ward window Presh gazed on a girl who lay bandaged and comatose beyond the glass. Sonica had been attacked. The moment Presh read of it in the Boston Standard she’d set off at once for Pilgrim Hospital on the outskirts of town, despite the late hour and the night’s pervasive damp. It was the sort of news which up until now had only ever seemed to happen to other people. You just couldn’t imagine it, thought Presh, befalling somebody you…
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter Six
"Funny how changing rooms smell the same no matter where or when you are," Mini-Flash Juniper declared to Mini-Flash Robin, as they stood facing each other outside the door. "And it's been on and off with these silly things all day."
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter Five
Next, came war. This was solemnly explained to Joe as the procession made its way up the staircase. Casting about him, our hero marvelled at prints of spaceships and battle-droids and a monstrous something made of what might have been plant-tendrils. None of the three girls could imagine what it was to have been forged in such a crucible. Yet the Headmistress had taught them too that she would not be all she was now, had she not allowed it to shape and temper her.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter Four
Before Joe's eyes, vibrant primaries were supplanting the monochrome which was no longer content to stay within its picture-frame. Nor did it remain motionless, even as embellishments of tangerine and neon pink and the lush green of one scaly skin blossomed lavishly amid the riotous palette. Instead of a flight of stairs was now an open-air stage with several tiers, about which the various band-members were stationed in all their outlandish seeming. Three backing-vocalists from outer space struck up the refrain, and so jaunty and catchy was it that you expected the red and blue planets behind to start bopping along as they span.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter Three
The three girls who'd taken charge of Joe came softly to rest by the foot of a broad low staircase. Our hero looked around him. Black-and-white photographs decorated the atrium, and Joe might have expected long glazed rectangles filled with form upon form of bygone scholars, hairstyles and pinafore dresses as they were then, and everyone pretty after a fashion you couldn’t quite make your way back to now.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter One
It had been like sleep, and Joe had been right to fear that fog for something far more than fog. Apparently the power to shoot flames from his hands wasn’t all Crushroom had unlocked in him. Now as Joe steadily made his way back to consciousness, it was with an innate understanding he wasn’t doing so because it was morning. True, sunbeams slanting through the minibus windows indicated they’d driven all night, but Joe knew the real reason for his wakefulness was their finally having reached a junction. One which linked a road he’d traversed before with that mysterious southbound route leading away from the holiday camp.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Candy-Sticks, Chapter Four
“Pair of prissy little kill-buzz gatecrashers,” Lasser went on. “Striding into our party uninvited and flaunting it off like you don't even know. Oh, but of course, no-one else is allowed to have any fun. Want to guess what happens to stuck-up kids who ask for it? Round here, they get it.”
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
