Sci Fi
Lost Friends, Chapter Three
Even as Kumiko spoke, those she referred to stepped into the main room together. One was an alien with a white and dark-blue humanlike form, and the other a short schoolboy whose body was shaped exactly like a rubber ball. If, as Kumiko said, they were happy to see The Four Heroes, the emotion was more than reciprocal. Neetra ran to the boy at once and joyously swept his rotund form up in her arms.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Friends, Chapter Four
A short jog through the ruinous neighbourhood brought Dylan, Bret, Joe, Phoenix, Jeffrey and Kumiko to the monolith of concrete and chrome that was the Mekanikron building. Gone was the bright sunshine and clear blue sky of earlier that day. A preternatural twilight was throwing all into oppressive gloom, and in the heavens beyond the skyscraper’s peak the clouds were circling as if caught in the beginnings of a hurricane. Dylan was wearing his satellite headset, and said into its microphone: “Talk to me, Doctor Mendelssohn, how much longer do we have until the rift opens?”
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Friends, Chapter One
“Here’s the situation,” said Dylan. Behind him the many viewscreens of the meeting room in The Four Heroes’ house flashed into life, readouts and graphs and schematics blinking into being across their luminous many-coloured surfaces. All those assembled around the long table looked attentively on, as Dylan indicated the main monitor that bore an electronic aerial map of Nottingham. Over a part of it, a red-glowing circle blinked insistently.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Heredity, Chapter Five
The seven heroes abandoned the assault as one and rocketed to the safety of their vehicles. Tidshaw, the fastest flier, scrambled upside-down into the Hero Cart’s pilot chair and reconfigured the passenger half into shield mode, while his fellows converged on one or other of the vehicles and Dylan threw the Ultimate Cycle’s forcefield generator into life. At that instant Harbin made his free hand into a fist, and the Baax freighter crunched like a can. Blinding white light and raw howling force enveloped the universe.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
After the Flood, Chapter Three
They climbed back onto the F.P. Lightspeed, and Joe brought the platform through the time-portal Gala opened and forward several years. The day they emerged upon was a rare one for the first Dark Advent, with sunlight of a somewhat purer quality than the usual pinkish-yellow murk breaking through the black sky in a few shafts that made ripping golden patches upon the ocean. Below the travellers on the deck of the plague-ship was Gala, by now grown to a small girl in a simple white dress. She was playing with a ginger kitten, while her mother sat close by in a wooden chair and watched her with a sad smile full of love. She looked to Joe to be in her mid-twenties, though the plague’s ravages had made her as much like a weak old woman as an early adult. Our hero remembered what Gala had told him about the life-span of all that sickness’ victims, and knew at once the impending sorrow that overshadowed this apparently happy scene.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
After the Flood, Chapter Two
Gala directed Joe to steer the Lightspeed beyond the tumbledown walls of Nottingham and out across the ocean. Soon the island lay far behind, and they were streaking over boundless roils. At long last a row of ships began to draw into view, all of them standing at anchor, and all of them long overdue a watery grave. Their black sodden timbers creaked and dripped, seeming to decay even as Joe and Gala watched, while frayed and patched sails flapped sadly in the breeze. Off the bow of one of these skeletal hulks Gala had Joe bring the flying platform to rest, and told him to psychically shield himself again.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Pear Adventure
The cold, dry mountain air made it hard for Jack to write in his notebook, but he didn’t care. He stood on the border between the forest and the enormous mountain range before him. Sleeping there that night couldn’t deter his emotions for being in such a fascinating place. The foot of the mountain was where he was looking for his prized research goal.
By Cyber Dragon5 years ago in Fiction
After the Flood, Chapter Five
“Take the Burghermeister and his collection of mountebanks to the dungeons,” Gala ordered her friends, who were only too glad to oblige. Meanwhile, citizens all around the courtyard were slowly creeping out into view, to gaze with breathless happiness at the girl who had overthrown their dread oppressor. A hush descended.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
