Doc Sherwood
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The Girls From Space, Chapter Ten
Many tales were told of the aftermath to that great battle on Limb Four. Most began with Mini-Flash Meek, and how before the eyes of those still standing she had lifted out of Harbin’s sphere and vanished, as her Special Program sisters from some faraway place restored her freedom like Earth-girls tossing an unwanted goldfish back into the stream. Where exactly Mini-Flash Meek ended up was more than anyone knew, but as she had fled The Flash Club and chosen not to join either 4-H-N or Joe, this solution was presumably the one she was happiest with.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Eight
Auntie Green had witnessed something like this before. At the Arch of Titus however, colour and light had moved as if they were alive. Here the blue lay heavy atop the pink like liquids of different density, stars swollen when seen through this veil, and all deepening to blood-red where three pairs of poised rooted feet surrounded a fourth on the gravel.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Girls From Space, Chapter Seven
Storm-Sky proved the better man. That was no small achievement for any warrior of any galaxy when their trial of skill and strength and speed involved Harbin, The Foretold One. Even three altercations down and a long way from maximum black-hole charge, he was a force to be reckoned with. The Flash Club commander however was more than his equal as he caught up Mini-Flash Meek’s rolling prison in both arms, ahead by at least a span of Harbin’s being able to do the same, and vaulted with her from the vertical racecourse.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
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 Sherwood2 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 Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction