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A Shock for 4-H-N, Chapter Three
4-H-N was after him in an instant, so hotly as to incur a painful reminder about her ankle. Two parallel narrow pipes spanned a pit ahead, and Flashslip was taking tentative steps onto his, struggling. Funny how either at home or in another galaxy, girls were always better at this. Injured or not, knickers on or not, this event was 4-H-N’s. All ready to show off she started surely along the other pipe.
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
A Shock for 4-H-N, Chapter Two
4-H-N was watching with Professor Grindo from a vantage-point which commanded the whole of the assault course’s open-air span. The stands on either side were fast filling up with Mini-Flash membership, while Prof via his remote control made the last checks on a huge moving form far off in the distance towards the finish-line. The Kral-it-Gor Memorial Security Lodge, in its robot mode, swung and held satisfactorily through the motions of final guardian.
By Doc Sherwood5 days ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter Three
4-H-N kicked out of her stand and scorched the supermarket tiles, as swirling turbid liquid swallowed potent particles and summarily swelled to a greyish-white mountain rising above the stacks. Yorkshire puddings had hit the quadrant in a big way, and from a retail perspective the only problem was the panic-buyers were racing for the emergency exit rather than the tills. Soggy vastness heaped itself over aisle-top after aisle-top, while the bloating batter encroached outward as well as up, squeezing every last breath of space from the avenues between. It was so like a nightmare that as 4-H-N Habitrailed ahead she began to think she’d fallen asleep in front of the telly again, watching either a Katsuhiro Otomo film or Delia Smith.
By Doc Sherwood7 days ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter Two
For some hours 4-H-N traipsed the lit streets, a female Mini-Flash conspicuous only for the small backpack she wore, which looked like it was slotted together from interlocking plates of metal. At length she found herself before the entryway of a vast supermarket concourse. Above the heads and other organs of life-forms proceeding inside, spotlights fanned the beginnings of space where bobbed several blimps bearing the outlet’s name.
By Doc Sherwood7 days ago in Chapters
4-H-N On The Trail, Chapter One
Every week when she wasn’t on duty, 4-H-N would go down to Prof’s lab and spend time with Robo-Petunia. That automated approximation of a pretty girl seemed to have somehow imprinted on her, perhaps because it was 4-H-N who’d dragged her out of the junkyard storeroom where she’d been stowed. Today they were sitting on the laboratory floor, pointing the soles of their feet at each other, and slowly rolling a yellow Flashball back and forth between them.
By Doc Sherwood7 days ago in Chapters
Days of Future Juniper, Chapter Two
This time around Mini-Flash Juniper wasn’t having any trouble remembering she was Mini-Flash Juniper, but she was going to have to keep reminding herself everybody else thought she was Mini-Flash Bumblehub. There were three other Special Program girls onboard, besides the curly-haired one, and Juniper’s disguise took them in too. She couldn’t see it having the same effect on Pseudangelos or Splitsville or Flashshadow, but these younger recruits with whom Juniper hadn’t had much to do were fooled just fine.
By Doc Sherwood12 days ago in Chapters
Days of Future Juniper, Chapter One
The airlock doors opened and Mini-Flash Juniper stepped out onto Flashlab Central. “Something strange about this, Jenny,” 4-H-N greeted her. “Mini-Flash Bumblehub’s never so much as talked to me before. Then just this morning she came out with it.”
By Doc Sherwood12 days ago in Chapters
