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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
Oh, What Feeling is This? Chapter Three
Iskira’s daughter meanwhile had arrived at a conclusion. Throwing her long tresses back, her eyes alive and the colour high in her cheeks, Neetra spoke it ecstatically aloud: “I love this, Flashthunder! I love being here with you like this, I love feeling this way…!”
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Oh, What Feeling is This? Chapter One
Every little touch of the boy Flashthunder brushed starfire on Neetra’s lips. He wasn’t like Joe, or indeed anything bound to the Earthly physics of her native Terran sector. Flashthunder’s essence was that of his own galaxy, where planets without number glittered in Technicolor skies, where luminous colonies dotted plunging nebular gulfs of midnight hue, and where the electronic engine-noise of roaming spacecraft scattered the tingling infinity with Wurlitzer-organ song. Within the kisses of this celestial Mini-Flash were fleeting constellations that blossomed ablaze and rushed to supernova. Neetra pressed close, wanting ever more, swallowing gulps of his breath alongside hers before clamping her mouth back down and surrendering anew, while her fingers lost themselves in the sparkling silk of Flashthunder’s hair and she crushed her cheeks and face against his to draw in long draughts through her tiny nostrils, surfeiting on the delicate pollen from his skin. Two parts of her had become expanses of heat and weight lying heavy against him – the quivering thigh flung upon his lap, and the breastbone above her pounding heart where deep in the yielding topography of her torso Flashthunder’s upper arm and shoulder were thrust. Neetra was a binary system whose twin pulsating solar presences were fast approaching solstice, stirring sultry summer in the orbital reaches without and between.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Ana's Journey
PROLOGUE 1970 Washington It was a day of celebration for the six gray haired ladies who sat around the table in the large kitchen of a modest ranch house. At first it would appear these women had nothing in common, they ranged in age from mid-forties to almost 70, tall and short, skinny to “could stand to lose a few pounds,” Hispanic, white, black and Asian. In fact, they had three things in common: all were female, all had some shade of grey or silver hair and most importantly, each had been the victim of domestic violence.
By CJ Flannery5 years ago in Fiction
Oh, What Feeling is This? Chapter Two
Neetra and Flashthunder were taking a breather too. They had kept going until the heat started issuing final ultimatums to their state of consciousness, and a cessation in deliberately making themselves hotter became the only alternative to passing out. It was a strange respite though that left both longing to plunge straight back into the discomfort. Neither head had stopped swimming, neither heart had reverted to a regular beat, and neither pair of lips had lost the sensation of the other. Girl and boy alike were drenched with sweat under their identical brown tunics, but there could be no cooling-off anywhere on the ship while it was ploughing along this merciless thermonuclear wasteland, which left Neetra and Flashthunder of much the same opinion that ripping the wet chafing things asunder might be the better route.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Raspberry Dream
(Cultural note: Gacha-gacha / gasha-gasha machines are "capsule toy" machines.) __________ He stood on the small rise of the concrete platform, mouth slightly agape, starting at the gacha-gacha machine. He could hardly believe, in either its existence or his incredible luck. What company in their right mind would put one out in the middle nowhere in the farburbs? Let alone fill it with one of the hottest collectible properties right now. There wouldn't be anyone to purchase from it. And yet there it was; every centimeter of its attention-seeking lighting and gaudy lettering flashing unabashedly, its holo-girl mascot smiling beatifically. He smiled back, his excitement growing.
By Made in DNA5 years ago in Fiction
The Botflies
A solitary oil bug, atop the washing dunes, the sand collapses, and like a waterfall it crashes buried underneath it, momentarily. It digs out and recovers, marching to its only mission, a fate of all creatures with instinctual intellect: food, shelter, and survival.
By Octovo Libra 5 years ago in Fiction
The Furiban Job
Prexis Minor Karaban despised traveling this far outside of Federation Space. Planets looked half-finished out here, and the denizens tried their hardest to imitate that feeling. Prexis Minor was no different. The dusty brownish red plains stretched out for as far as the eye could see with barely even a hill to break up the monotony of the horizon. Flora seemed more like a luxury than a requirement for life here and it was pretty clear the Fauna agreed. The only living thing Karaban actually encountered on his walk from the port to his rendezvous was the occasional drunken vagabond wandering from street to streets like the royal guard of some long-abandoned kingdom, searching for a taste of their past glory. He did see a Voro-Hound but wasn’t entirely sure if it was taking in enough oxygen to be considered a living thing. The smell of hull rot was oddly persistent, maybe someone was cooking juice. Wouldn’t be hard to get away with this far out of regulated space.
By A.C Hofstetter5 years ago in Fiction
Geological Thinking, Chapter Two
A purple twilight greeted The Chancellor as he opened his eyes. It was a stranger and more lurid illumination even than that of the catacomb, and the many faces peering down at him with looks of mingled sympathy and fear were just as strange. He sat up. All around were rock-people, but of a very different race to any our heroes had previously encountered. These stood only two feet tall, with slight bodies that were pale and translucent like marble. Their huge globose eyes sparkled in their heads like precious gems.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
