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Doc Sherwood's Troilus and Cressida
Can you believe I still have this? The following play has been performed just once, in Northeast China on the Sixth of December 2019. I played the part of Troilus (see above). If you'd like to use the script in a production of your own, please feel free and let me know how it goes!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Ulysses, Chapter Two
Clad once more in jeans and leather jacket, with his hat as ever was, Joe soon cheered up when two pretty girls breezed by him on the bridge into town. Surely though he was getting too old to behave in such a way. At this he chuckled, reasoning funerals were bound to make us mindful of our own advancing years.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Ulysses, Chapter One
These mornings when the sun was like an egg-yolk in a sky of blue made you glad to be alive, Joe thought. All the more so when you couldn’t help but think of those who no longer were. Joe reached in the wardrobe for his black double-breasted suit, the one which only came out for funerals. Even so, our hero reflected as he turned to the tall bedroom window, there was much truth in the old saying. Beneath the beginnings of yet another hot day, the closely-placed tiled roofs of Boston were laid out in their familiar intricate pattern. The railway was a single bold dash cutting across this complexity, a reminder to Joe of far-off places he might eventually wish to see.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Ulysses, Chapter Three
By the time he’d returned home and fed the cats, Joe was just about ready to put his feet up. Climbing to the attic, he plucked a video tape from the shelf and slotted it in without looking at the label, then threw himself down and surrendered to the inevitable side-effects of exhaustion from overwork.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Sixth Form Song, Chapter Two
Chap had hit the mark about old Flashshadow’s performance-anxiety, even if it was the only thing he could make out, because she’d pleaded with him to stay by her while she went to get changed. Now they were in a well-lighted corridor, Flashshadow leading the way along cream and oak enclosures which swam in the radiance of glass-cupped flame.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Katie Calls the Shots, Part Two
Flushing a furious crimson all over, Katie's big sister threw herself back down in her seat, but only long after I and the whole of the café had learned she wore matching white knickers underneath her tennis skirt. She couldn't have known how thunderstruck the revelation had left me. I'd had to freeze, knowing full well that at a sight like that, the least little twitch of my hand would have brought on a sensation with which I was only too familiar. Even now, I hardly dared breathe!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Katie Calls the Shots, Part One
The mere sight of Katie’s cheesy smile brought such stirrings to the front of my underwear as to make me light-headed. I couldn’t help it. It was the first time I’d seen her since that afternoon at her house, more than a week ago. Then when she drew near and the smell of her hit, I knew I’d be stiff for all to see in the space of seconds. She was more like fruit cocktail than ever, and the slightest sniff brought back every memory of what we’d shared in her room.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
