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Iterations, Chapter Five
Joe bet Dylan would have had it in an instant, but fortunately Mini-Flash Splitsville was there ahead of either of the hims. It was going to call for some split-second Splitsville too, and the bolts from the blue weren’t making matters any more convenient, but deftly she and her other Joe negotiated every hazard until at last they were properly aligned. He threw his fire, and Mini-Flash Splitsville popped a portal in the path of that flame-burst then reopened it inside Frank’s shield.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Iterations, Chapter Three
Joe was going to need Scientooth’s digital detachment for what was immediately to come, so Level Two would suffice. The shipyard’s second tier was given over to the main business of engineering and assembly. Its background was an endless line of unfinished nosecones. Scrolling along before these, tiny Mini-Flash Splitsville in her computerized chariot dodged swinging booms, opened portals to dispense with rolling oil-drums, and negotiated service-platforms for which timing was the difference between a handy lift or a plunge to the smelted steel sea which forever bubbled along the bottom bar.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Iterations, Chapter Two
It looked to Sonica like Mini-Flash Splitsville was headed for one of those planned communities where grubby labouring people built starships. There it hung, a great pod in space, rising tier by tier with an interconnecting road wound about it in a spiral. From the left, ominous neon clouds alive with lightning stretched their thick stormy feelers near.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
To The Rescue
I was sitting on a high street bench feeling hot and bothered one evening when I heard the clomping of girls in heels, and looked up at once. Sure enough a gaggle was passing, including one with hay-coloured hair and a very silly dark green velvet party-dress on. I went a bit weak at the sight of her, she looked so nice.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
That's Just Mean
The three girls with sunglasses pushed back on top of their heads were almost as old as me. One had a short tight skirt on but she'd dressed very carelessly, for her knickers in a swirly pattern were clearly visible through the white fabric, and I could likewise see the girl in the middle had black ones on. It was nice to think I'd taken their powers by seeing these, and they didn't even know it!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy Within, Chapter Two
He was still doing so as rays of Flaban sun filtered through the gossamer curtains of his room. The storm had rained itself out overnight. As soon as she’d sufficiently recovered Neetra had tucked Robin up in bed, and now she watched as slowly he began to wake. His Mini-Flash Juniper action figure, which Neetra had made a point of slipping under the covers for him, was cradled to one cheek. Lovingly he nuzzled it, murmuring softly and happily.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy Within, Chapter Three
After he and Wodding had exchanged a fond farewell, Mini-Flash Robin went on ahead to the spaceport with Neetra’s luggage. Our heroine and the great caterpillar in his pinstriped suit and tractor-treaded wheelchair had one last moment to themselves, surrounded by stacks of Four Heroes action figures as they’d been on her first day at Flaban.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy Within, Chapter One
Neetra was lucky her new friend didn’t bother tidying up. The first thing she did on finding Mini-Flash Robin’s bed empty and her assailants likewise absent was send forth her gold-glowing astral persona into the hotel room as before. That ephemeral Neetra immediately lowered her luminescent eyelids in relief. Scattered all over the carpet, the remains of two other robots she’d hitherto trashed still lay.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Look Out, Mini-Flash Robin! Chapter Two
The first thing Neetra looked on was her own face. One cheek’s swell was tinted with firelight which danced from the darkness of her eyes. She was near enough for Robin to see there were indeed teardrops on the lashes. Seems she hadn’t done a such great job fluttering them away. Through the telepathic rapport she sensed everything that her slightly parted mouth, the lips damp and minutely shimmering under the moving flame, entailed for her observer. Yearning impossible hope was what defined this particular timestamp. The sweetness which suffused it was in knowing that hope had been fulfilled.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Look Out, Mini-Flash Robin! Chapter One
When a sudden squall hit Flaban, it didn’t mess around. There had been no chance of going downhill to Wodding’s toystore all day. The weather had made of that steep gradient a rushing hazardous weir, and local residents were by now huddled in their hives and cocoons. At the hotel on the summit, Neetra and Mini-Flash Robin sat by a roaring fireplace while the worst of the storm lashed steadily against the darkening window-panes.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
