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The Heroes, the Pirate and the Head, Chapter Three
Joe and Neetra had found a quiet corner of the castle grounds where a low stone wall bordered the very edge of the cliff, beyond which the sunlit city could be seen stretching in every direction. Neetra was standing by the wall gazing thoughtfully into the distance, while Joe was sitting on a bench nearby.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Heroes, the Pirate and the Head, Chapter Four
The great arched window of Nottingham Castle’s banqueting hall looked out upon a magnificent night-time vista, where the million city lights that had begun to burn again shone into infinity against the darkness. Within, the capacious room was deserted and mostly in shadow, but for the glow of a few tall candles that stood on the one table that was in use. Their flickering flames danced from the wine bottle and glasses and reflected from the chinaware, which bore the remains of a sumptuous dinner. Above them, all alone, Joe and Gala sat facing each other.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Heroes, the Pirate and the Head, Chapter Five
The Dimension Borg robot’s head, a glowering hemisphere of blue metal that could have passed for the one belonging to its creator, sat disembodied on a pillar made up of the myriad intertwined cables, pipes and tubes that were keeping its functions online and its free will in check. Its narrow eyes glared unblinkingly ahead, but unlike the grey optical sensors of this robot’s thousand dead brothers at the Military Control Centre, these eyes burned with a tiny crimson ember at the very heart of each.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Heroes, the Pirate and the Head, Chapter Two
Nottingham Castle, perched on a rugged cliff-face that overlooked the whole splendour of the thriving city, was one of the oldest parts of The Four Heroes’ home. It was equally true, of course, that all of Nottingham was the same age, having been brought into existence in a single instant, but its creators had recently visited the city’s strange retroactive history and learned that centuries ago, Nottingham was also a tiny settlement atop this defensible highland where perhaps the first ever group who could call themselves The Four Heroes had dwelled. The castle, which had been there then, was still there now, and this very day marked the latest turning-point in its long history.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
The Heroes, the Pirate and the Head, Chapter One
The sun was shining down on a city that moved, breathed and sang with the joy of being alive. Nobody had known, on that day years ago when The Four Heroes created Nottingham, just what a safe-haven for all mankind was and what it would mean to live there. However, its people had since learned that an end to the evil and hopelessness that ruled Pre-Nottingham Earth did not bring with it an end to the challenges, the struggles and the rewards beyond price that made living what it was. In the shelter of Nottingham’s skyscrapers and hills, citizens had become older and wiser, children had grown up, and friendships and loves had made lasting foundations. One day there might be invasion and war, one day a protector of the city might be mourned as lost, and another day might even be announced as the last the world would ever know. All this, the people of Nottingham had faced. But there were other times too, times without number when the forces that had brought their city into being had triumphed over the darkness, and this was one of those times. What it stood for, to be leading life as a part of The Four Heroes’ vision, could be seen and felt all around. It was carried on every warm early-summer breeze, it shone from the glad faces of the populace, and it resonated from the towers steadily climbing back to meet the endless blue sky. Nottingham had survived.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Origin, Chapter Four
All were kneeling as the laboratory swam back into focus, all overwhelmed by the tide of emotion that had submerged them, all unable for the first seconds to speak or even find the words that could describe what they had been through and learned. Finally, it was Phoenix who broke the silence.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Alea Iacta Est
Canopied by the shady vaulted ceiling of what served as an out-of-the-way antechamber, but was actually one hollow plant-cell among millions inside a gigantic alien fungus, two figures sat cross-legged and side-by-side on the floor. It was Joe and Gala, each with head bowed beneath the round brim of his or her black hat as together they pored over a great leather-bound book that lay open in the dust before them. They could almost have passed for a pair of children on a rainy Saturday afternoon, but that their lives thus far had led them through experiences that went some distance beyond truth-or-dare.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Origin, Chapter Three
The psychic energies that had brought The Four Heroes, Phoenix and Amy into communion with the mind of Phoenix Prime transported those observers back, all the way to the beginnings of memory. They became a part of Phoenix Prime’s very earliest experiences, events long forgotten but imprinted on her subconscious, now unfolding for the visitors inside her thoughts to see and feel...
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Oh, What Feeling is This? Chapter Four
“I needed you to know, Irwin,” Iskira said. “Before it was too late.” With those words she rounded off her tale of the decision she had made that night alone in Bill Jordan’s barn, and hung her beautiful head like a penitent pupil.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
