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Supply and Demand, Chapter One
Neetra was in the back seat of Wodding’s space-rover, watching through her window as the short stretch of cosmos between Flaban and the industrial belt passed by. Up in front sat Mini-Flash Robin with tunic-skirt tidily under-tucked, and beside him the great grub himself in pinstriped business-suit, his tank-treaded wheelchair locked securely behind the steering-stick.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter Two
Through Technicolor nebula-clouds which scudded over the city-lights of colonies and outposts below, 4-H-N led her all-girl legion. Getting the galaxy’s pants in a twist had been an understatement on the copywriter’s part, for clustered about the foreground to meet this advance head-on were representatives not only of Neetra’s own Nottingham faction, but also the other side of The Four Heroes’ schism. Whatever 4-H-N’s secret was supposed to be, it was apparently of such magnitude as to have driven her from Dylan and her family on Grindotron. No wonder the crisis had since escalated to crazy day-glo accessories and vehicles on all three fronts, with which to either wrest that elusive truth from the quadrant’s favourite bosom or preserve it tucked-up Mini-Flash style where it was. Splashed across a stretch of unobstructed firmament Harbin’s featureless visage surveyed the chaos hugely, crimson eyes aglow.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Treasures, Chapter One
“Wodding,” said Neetra over breakfast. “Do you happen to have any idea what this is?” Outside her hotel room window that morning had been cozily abutting hive-fronts, and below them a quaint county-seat cobbled lane. It was the first thing Neetra had checked after getting up. Now over the table she handed Wodding a crude drawing of what tramped about by night when that wasn’t so.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Plastic with Die-Cast Parts, Chapter Three
Now those were silk sheets. Bearing in mind what Wodding and his people were, Neetra guessed they made them themselves. You could really feel the difference. Never mind complimentary action figures, was she going to be able to swing a free set of these? She wasn’t quite sure it was right to ask though because her bed in Nottingham was so big.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Plastic With Die-Cast Parts, Chapter Two
The grand old hives at the top of Flaban made Neetra think of tall townhouses, so steeply did they taper to the shape of gable-ends. Overhanging compartments resembling bow-windows all but touched one another over the narrow alleyways between, whose chitinous surfaces took on in Neetra’s eyes the texture of cobblestones. She didn’t know whether certain kinds of long-settled communities were the same the universe over, or whether she was reading things through her own Earthen lens, but the whole place made her say Dumas. Even if it was a bit of a stretch to picture maggoty musketeers crossing swords in those streets.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Ten
Many tales were told of the aftermath to that great battle on Limb Four. Most began with Mini-Flash Meek, and how before the eyes of those still standing she had lifted out of Harbin’s sphere and vanished, as her Special Program sisters from some faraway place restored her freedom like Earth-girls tossing an unwanted goldfish back into the stream. Where exactly Mini-Flash Meek ended up was more than anyone knew, but as she had fled The Flash Club and chosen not to join either 4-H-N or Joe, this solution was presumably the one she was happiest with.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Eight
Auntie Green had witnessed something like this before. At the Arch of Titus however, colour and light had moved as if they were alive. Here the blue lay heavy atop the pink like liquids of different density, stars swollen when seen through this veil, and all deepening to blood-red where three pairs of poised rooted feet surrounded a fourth on the gravel.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Seven
Storm-Sky proved the better man. That was no small achievement for any warrior of any galaxy when their trial of skill and strength and speed involved Harbin, The Foretold One. Even three altercations down and a long way from maximum black-hole charge, he was a force to be reckoned with. The Flash Club commander however was more than his equal as he caught up Mini-Flash Meek’s rolling prison in both arms, ahead by at least a span of Harbin’s being able to do the same, and vaulted with her from the vertical racecourse.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
