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On Intelligentsor Day, Chapter Three
If Intelligentsor was formidable in two dimensions, he had nothing on Auntie Green’s very real three. Counting her elaborate iron-hued bouffant she was twice the height of anyone else there, all of whom by now were mimicking the stillest of the cardboard likenesses. Abaft the Mini-Flash matron’s stiff-starched emerald bosom, one fist characteristically closed and unclosed about the business-end of a carbon-shafted birch.
By Doc Sherwood9 days ago in Chapters
On Intelligentsor Day, Chapter One
The distress-signal device had worked. 4-H-N was safely home, while Alliance salvage-teams remained busy shipping equipment from Phoenix Prime’s lab to that of Professor Grindo, in hopes of determining what the former had been working on at Nebula Seven. Her large and loyal and surprisingly mobile security-lodge had gone to Grindotron too, as had her robotic replica of Petunia to undergo recharge and repair.
By Doc Sherwood9 days ago in Chapters
Noisy Running, Chapter Three
As the luminous boxlike forcefield-cage blinked out of existence, Phoenix was given reason to doubt everything the galaxy said about Moltron’s quickness. His slopping transformation to an innocuous slick made lightning-bolts look ponderous. It seemed however to be Phoenix’s day for brief impressions, because no sooner had she taken note of this than twisted nature white in tooth and claw was scrabbling at her throat.
By Doc Sherwood10 days ago in Chapters
Noisy Running, Chapter Two
It took more than a bumpy ride to deter Dylan’s faction. No sooner were dented doors still than they were thrown or kicked open, and the Alliance’s finest were beating feet towards the oblong of architecture shadowing these alleys. He and she both had calculated fuel reserves without consultation or even much recognition they were doing it, and their light-fingered friend had had every reason to aim where he’d done. He wasn’t going to leave Target Harbour without completing that operation first. They had time. Not much, but they had it.
By Doc Sherwood10 days ago in Chapters
Noisy Running, Chapter One
Dylan wasn’t one to sit around. A sweep of his arm and the Junkyard-Belts of Nebula Seven came alive, magenta-coloured swirls and streamers throwing the surrounding escarpments of scrap into the air and at each other. 4-H-N stumbled back agape as a boxlike distress-signal device clunked complete at her feet, by which time the corroded old chasses of two space-cars were kitted out with replacement parts and idling above the ground.
By Doc Sherwood10 days ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter Three
Dylan and Phoenix landed the ship on an asteroid deep in the belt, and with 4-H-N struck out on foot along the rough road that wound its way to Scientooth’s old arena and lair. Hillsides of scrap loomed on either side, beneath nebula-stain and the cold glinting stars. 4-H-N was in a fresh uniform, and Phoenix perhaps was remembering the pitched battle last time they both traversed this route, for she in turn had not neglected to don her backpack.
By Doc Sherwood11 days ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter Two. Top Story - December 2025.
4-H-N heard not a word about her secret mission around Headquarters over the following days, so had to conclude either Mini-Flash Phytolith hadn’t been listening in after all, or she’d misjudged him. She hoped it was the latter, as she wanted the pair of them to get on, even if he wasn’t going out of his way to make it easy for her.
By Doc Sherwood11 days ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter One
Phoenix Neetkins looked a little like Jean-Michel Jarre at his comeback concert, only her garage-load of old keyboards and monitors charted a timespan measurable not in decades but millennia. This antiquated array of technological table-tops was laid out in a square, enclosing a space of comparable area to that of a good-sized conference-hall. At the centre of this stood a forcefield-cage, within which paced a chalk-white creature.
By Doc Sherwood11 days ago in Chapters
Valentine in June, Chapter Two
I ducked down into the shrubbery and hid, mortified to be in my pyjamas. The girl herself was wearing a simple black leotard with a thin pink belt, and although she looked no older than me, she tapped like a professional. But who was she, and what was she doing here?
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Epilogue
Contrary to the lyrics, that boyfriend of Cherry’s wasn’t so far away. For some time now Flashthunder had served more as her live-in groupie than a commissioned Mini-Flash, but since he was still strictly speaking a senior and happened to be present when the extraction teams arrived, the adult Flashes mostly for the sake of appearances drafted him into some sort of active role. He for his part weakly attempted an excuse about the music having been too loud for him to hear his skirt-alarm, but it was symptomatic that no-one really minded.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
