Sci Fi
The Enemy Within, Chapter Two
He was still doing so as rays of Flaban sun filtered through the gossamer curtains of his room. The storm had rained itself out overnight. As soon as she’d sufficiently recovered Neetra had tucked Robin up in bed, and now she watched as slowly he began to wake. His Mini-Flash Juniper action figure, which Neetra had made a point of slipping under the covers for him, was cradled to one cheek. Lovingly he nuzzled it, murmuring softly and happily.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
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 Sherwood4 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 Sherwood4 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 Sherwood4 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 Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Gift
I apply the final touch to the small Christmas tree, then switch on the lights. The tree is only small, but as a newly single mother, it is all I can afford. I observe the two small bags of wrapped presents under the tree there aren't many, but I know that Charlotte and Rose will be grateful for them. There are only three presents each in the bags, that is the price families pay nowadays for being on a low income.
By Carol Ann Townend4 years ago in Fiction
The Recollection of Oliver the Octopus
“If octopus… like me… live for only three years… then I believe it's about time for me to go. A hundred years is more than enough, I say. I just hope that history will remember me…… maybe not. I didn’t do anything heroic”. And he passed away, alone in the darkness.
By Jori T. Sheppard4 years ago in Fiction
