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The Girls From Space, Chapter Six
Mini-Flash Meek reached the end and began again, though all that reached her scattered saviours through the transparent wall encasing her was as weird and unintelligible as before. Harbin advanced, but halted as rich purple robes and a fleeting crop-circle mandala of moon-dust interposed themselves between.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Four
Dylan’s smart-missiles, configured exclusively for Harbin’s distinctive dark-light hide, bore down on their mark who withdrew the lethal spear intended for Auntie Green and vaulted heavenward instead. Jangling backwash from the sweep of his cape tipped Mini-Flash Meek in her impregnable sphere over onto her head again, though even from beneath her boots and knickers she kept up a persistent pattern of counterpoint to the other’s gloomy dissonance. Auntie Green, whose old bones were good for round two at the very least, thought once more how oddly garbled and oddly regular were the girl’s unremitting cries.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Thanks, Morgan
Morgan was lazily scratching the backs of her long legs with a ballpoint pen. She was the first thing I saw when I shyly stepped out into her garden after undressing, and that slow stroking action alone was starting to make my head spin. We were both down to our underwear, white cotton limpid in the dusk, but the high black hedges surrounding Morgan’s house guaranteed privacy. Though it was evening, there was still enough light in the late June sky for us to see each other.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
