Doc Sherwood
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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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 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 Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction