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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 Sherwood4 days 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 Sherwood5 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 Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
Special Guest, Chapter Two
4-H-N sought the girls’ changing-room and knocked, then on receiving no answer, pushed the door and cautiously went in. Mini-Flash Juniper was undressing so vehemently that 4-H-N was awed, not so much by the passion as the precision of it. Wow, that was power-folding. Divested of her outer clothes, the pale girl was working the creases with deadly directed rage, that the finished tunic slapped upon the bench beside her a flat beige square.
By Doc Sherwood7 days ago in Chapters
The Green Butterfly, Chapter Three
Silently but for a rustle of reeds swooped a shape which occupied most of the dell, not descending but rising from where the roots were, so that in an instant what head it had was upreared against the luminous looming clouds of blue-black. Most of this monstrosity however was wing, and these aurora-sheets were spectral and lurid in the gloom, ephemeral fans sweeping sickly chartreuse as though they were a nearer and more menacing sky. The tableau was like something straight out of an entomologist’s nightmare – a butterfly-predator bearing down on a little beige-coated aphid, while a brave boy-bee in black and yellow put himself before her.
By Doc Sherwood8 days ago in Chapters
