Doc Sherwood
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The Enemy Within, Chapter Three
After he and Wodding had exchanged a fond farewell, Mini-Flash Robin went on ahead to the spaceport with Neetra’s luggage. Our heroine and the great caterpillar in his pinstriped suit and tractor-treaded wheelchair had one last moment to themselves, surrounded by stacks of Four Heroes action figures as they’d been on her first day at Flaban.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Enemy Within, Chapter One
Neetra was lucky her new friend didn’t bother tidying up. The first thing she did on finding Mini-Flash Robin’s bed empty and her assailants likewise absent was send forth her gold-glowing astral persona into the hotel room as before. That ephemeral Neetra immediately lowered her luminescent eyelids in relief. Scattered all over the carpet, the remains of two other robots she’d hitherto trashed still lay.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Look Out, Mini-Flash Robin! Chapter Two
The first thing Neetra looked on was her own face. One cheek’s swell was tinted with firelight which danced from the darkness of her eyes. She was near enough for Robin to see there were indeed teardrops on the lashes. Seems she hadn’t done a such great job fluttering them away. Through the telepathic rapport she sensed everything that her slightly parted mouth, the lips damp and minutely shimmering under the moving flame, entailed for her observer. Yearning impossible hope was what defined this particular timestamp. The sweetness which suffused it was in knowing that hope had been fulfilled.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Look Out, Mini-Flash Robin! Chapter One
When a sudden squall hit Flaban, it didn’t mess around. There had been no chance of going downhill to Wodding’s toystore all day. The weather had made of that steep gradient a rushing hazardous weir, and local residents were by now huddled in their hives and cocoons. At the hotel on the summit, Neetra and Mini-Flash Robin sat by a roaring fireplace while the worst of the storm lashed steadily against the darkening window-panes.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Doc Sherwood's 300th Vocal Submission Party
The turn-out for Doc Sherwood's 300th Vocal submission party was a little disappointing. Jenny didn't come, and nor did The New Girl. The Golden-Haired Girl meanwhile arrived twenty years early, and although Doc Sherwood's female friend from that same five-parter did show up, he couldn't help but notice she spent most of the party chatting with Morgan. About him, most likely. Not to mention comparing notes.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Jenny is More Tiresome Still
"Why aren't you ready yet?" Jenny demanded, plonking her straw boater on her head. Wanting very much to grumble I struggled into some clean white underpants, tugging them up as fast as I could. I couldn't stand the way Jenny always smirked when she watched this! Yes, they were no different from the ones she wore, but it wasn't like I could help that! Throwing off my tee I grabbed quickly for a short-sleeved shirt, hoping against hope this morning she'd say nothing, but -
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Jenny Continues to be Tiresome
If I'd thought I had troubles, Jenny knew a boy her age who wasn't allowed to wear underpants because of his family's beliefs. As she herself was from quite a weird family, except for her little sis of course who was still my good friend, I guessed it followed the families they knew would be the same. It was funny in fact how nice and ordinary Emily and Suzette were!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Kerry, Chapter Two
Wow, underpants sure came in bright colours these days! I stood and gawped, dumb with envy as the three boys stripped out of their clothes and splashed about in the fountain. Bright green, and bright blue...! And all my underwear was white, I thought jealously. How I longed for a dark-blue pair like the third boy's, I'd feel so grown-up.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Memories of Kerry, Chapter One
Of all the people to bump into at the corner-shop! I'd only gone there because I was furious and needed to calm down. Still, a cheeky smile from Kerry would have cheered anyone up. She was wearing her hair in bunches, and her turquoise top had a hole in it through which you could see her pink bra. Of course, I couldn't help fidgeting over this. Meanwhile, though the first thing she remarked upon was how my choice of clothing hadn't changed!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Into the Phantom Zone
I was still fuming at my girlfriend later that night when I was alone in my room. Eventually though my boy-hormones began to simmer down, and I started to think instead of the new girl. It was a bit more comfortable doing so in my smelly sleeping-pants than it had been in regular underwear, so I stood weakly with my eyes shut and sighed hard, just letting it happen.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction