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Robin's Fourth Girlfriend, Chapter Two
Enclosed by three walls and up as many steps, the toy-department was a treasure-cave whose stalagmites were boxed playsets piled in pyramidal formations. No tide-eroded rock ever yielded such a vein as the intermingled hues of card-art adorning each vertical face, across whose richness clear plastic bubbles winked like embedded gems. Great chests on the floor spilled more bounty still, and beside them smaller lobster-baskets fanned stickers and transfer-sets.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Sports Day, Chapter Two
Sunset Point. Joe and Neetra had been in agreement that this Nottingham was going to need one. Now the solitary knoll stood dark and aptly-named against an incandescent sky, casting its enormous shadow over pitches and tracks. The most rigorous obstacle-course available, for nothing less would have served.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Netball Partners
Blushing, even though I knew the girls' changing room was empty, I stumbled inside and uhh! Right away I wished very much I hadn't. It really smelled of girl, so much so that it truly did compare to stuffing a grubby pre-worn pair of knickers under my nose. No way was I ever going to be able to take my underpants off, the first few in-breaths had already left me far too hopelessly stiff!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
The Special Wallpaper, Chapter Two
Sonica fired up her speaker-stack space-car, and she and Joe drove. Putting the start of the fen road behind them they pointed their prow towards town. There appeared no limit to scenery or sky, and it was old to Joe, the oldest of places. His life had begun in so many ways when Nottingham sprang into being, and he’d had other reasons besides to shunt the town where he was born to here. Now our hero marvelled at his earliest instance of a crumbling wall, fixed in its corner of forgotten park not by the mists of time but sunbeams so brilliant as to etch the old stones’ grain. Beneath endless blue Joe and Sonica sped by antique ruination, deep dark Thomas Cole arches overhung with creeper and vine.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Special Wallpaper, Chapter One
It wasn’t the first time Joe’s plans had changed, and he might have known his supposedly short visit to this alien city would become more than a matter of bringing an errant iteration of himself home to Nottingham so Scientooth could commence treatment. Even so, our hero hadn’t anticipated the adventure leading him in quite this direction.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
False Messenger, Chapter Three
That did it. With the perfect grace and beauty of a frightened fawn, Mini-Flash Pseudangelos pranced for freedom from the group’s stupefied stare. Chocolate bunches and chocolate smell whipped away in an instant, while fitful skirt-pleats fleetingly fanned above an alternative pair of pretty cheeks. Joe, albeit in something of a daze, registered that that would be why the disguise worked on standard Mini-Flashes.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
False Messenger, Chapter One
The city was surely a recent addition to a far older landscape. Joe knew a thing or two about how that could happen. Cone-shaped it sat on the flat horizon, its neon and domes and slow-fanning spotlights mere misty wisps under springtime suns. By night it would be an urban spectacle to rank alongside the galaxy’s finest, yet what obscured it periodically from view were ancient riverside treelines and the brilliant green canopies of otherworldly willows passing overhead. In and out of this verdure the destination rolled from side to side as Mini-Flash Splitsville hugged the road.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
False Messenger, Chapter Two
They parked at a vacant lot, which the cowboy explained would afford him the space he needed. Joe, and for that matter even Mini-Flash Splitsville, had thus far only heard tell of his mysterious power to telepathically imprint himself upon the surrounding landscape. Already a light drizzle had started up, which Joe knew at once for the psionic illusion it was. Sonica unfolded her tiny pink umbrella.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Kyle, Timmy and Me
I’d noticed Kyle, been annoyed and distracted by him in equal measures, and there was no use my denying I’d even caught myself straining after glimpses of his underpants. This Kyle-fever was upon me now, as I watched him goofing round with our other friend Timmy on the netball court. In fact it had never been worse. I had a dizzying, head-spinning, heart-in-mouth yearning to see Kyle's underwear. It seemed the single most important thing in the world, and the intensity with which I felt I’d never be able to rest until I did was of the kind you might experience once in the average year.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
It's Not a Race
Well, this was awkward! Timmy and my cousin Artesia had been having one hot and heavy romance, but poor Kyle was desperate to treat her to her first good popping too. I was staying at Artesia's house and had invited my two friends for a sleepover, so we all kind of knew this was going to be hers and Timmy's night! That was why my heart ached for Kyle a bit as the four of us sat in the garden cooling our feet in the pond, which was all we ever seemed to do on hot days.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
