Doc Sherwood
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The Four Heroes, Chapter One
It was like the first time they saved Nottingham. Night-black hung the firmament above, its tempestuous vaults churning to herald some deadly threat that would scream down and wreak devastation from the city’s towers to its rooftops to its streets. Yet then, uprising before these scudding realms of dark as if to split the vaporous mountainsides and scatter them over the sky, leapt The Four Heroes as one.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Bill Jordan's Barn
It was night-time at the crofter’s cottage where Iskira had grown up, and in this place, remote from the university by more than a hundred miles of crag and tarn and moor, nights were dark. That same dark night reigned all over the globe. Pre-Nottingham Earth was not destined to end for over a decade yet.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Daughters
Blaster-Track Commander wearily raised his head, not registering at first that what he had heard was the sound of the cell door opening. Suddenly several pairs of gentle hands were upon him, carefully helping his cramped strengthless body out of its miserable home these last months and onto the surface of what was no more than a remote asteroid with a hollow gored into it. The wonder of it all was compounded when Blaster-Track Commander, blinking in the starlight that had replaced the dark, saw who was in charge of the nine short-skirted Mini-Flashes surrounding him.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Four Heroes, Chapter Two
“Bret Stevens, back for more!” the singer laughed in cheerful amazement, as she beheld the sole rider speeding for the square. “Here we were thinking we weren’t going to get any audience at all, and we end up playing for The Four Heroes themselves. Well, he’s going to need some fighting music, and there’s only one that’ll do!”
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Mars Rising, Chapter Two
She was not far into the asteroid belt when behind her the Flying Destroyer rose. Dimension Borg’s spaceship, a long sleek vessel of intimidating vastness that resembled a great metal shark, it hung before the black neutron star that the citadel orbited and pinned the taillights of Neetra’s craft with a glowering predatory stare.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Prime, Chapter Three
Kumiko, apparently refusing to let a little thing like gravity keep her away from her target, all but skated on air as she closed the distance between herself and the flying form of Phoenix Prime. No other description could serve for the way Kumiko was scaling the heights, her ever-whirling wheels traversing rubble-mounds and diagonal roofs in a relentless ascent so fleet-footed it outstripped even Phoenix Prime’s nimble calculations. A final cannonball- launch from the ramplike edge of an awning rewrote everything the latter knew about trajectory, whereat Kumiko with her boots and knees drummed a rapid tattoo through Phoenix Prime’s defences before throwing her whole body into a vertical three-sixty reverse-spin. This circle-kick delivered a finishing blow under whose whiplash the winged one fell helpless from grace.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Phoenix Prime, Chapter One
The Future Fighters’ conical heads were far too high in the blue heavens to be glimpsed from the window of the abandoned waterfront bar, which was nestled in tightly behind the heels of two of the mechanical giants maintaining their motionless barricade about the heart of town. Such an unlikely hideout had seemed to Dr. James Neetkins and his comrades the only kind that might lend safety for any length of time, but even from here James could perceive far too many prowling alien creatures, stalking warriors bristling with blades, and foot-long star-cruisers of the tiny Stealthonian race buzzing by. Nor was the refuge so tucked-away as to shield from view the vast mushroom-cap saucer hanging over the Town Hall’s dome and feeding long entwined tendrils deep into the pavements below. James could only make scientific hypotheses as to the purpose of this ghastly spectacle, but all his conclusions tended towards it being bad news. Worst of all though was that he and his party of crusaders were a mere five minutes’ walk uphill from their objective, for beyond what had been the bus station were the ruins of a shopping centre that had housed a public entrance to the caves beneath Nottingham. However, the sheer volume of Solidity patrolling the streets meant it might as well be a light-year away.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
What Goes Around, Chapter Two
The little Solidity girl started and gawped. Her cell-door had just unlatched, softly and all by itself. It could only be a trap. Not even Earthlings were stupid enough to make such a blunder. Besides, it was exactly the sort of thing she was always doing to boys back home.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
Captured
A short trek through the rain, and Joe was standing at the great iron-studded oaken doors of Nottingham Castle. His duty was to the truth. That much he still believed without reservation, but what it meant here and now Joe still could not say. He knew he would never rest until he had learned from Gala all that he might be to her, and whether she genuinely believed in their destiny as she had described it. But what right had he to ask her for those truths, when even now he was keeping secrets from she who had confided in him, and the word of his evil enemy was to be believed over hers?
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Walls
Neetra turned to the four farns and without the need for spoken words it passed between them that it was time. Flashthunder and the others stepped timidly to the sidelines. Much about Neetra had already won their awe and admiration, but to know she was able to address on equal footing the likes of Manual, Benmor, Prune and Albazorascabaranthi was something else again, and it made the Mini-Flashes downright shy of their new friend. All of a hush they looked on, as Neetra stepped to the centre of the cathedral floor and the farns formed a wide ring around her.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction