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The Old Television Studio, Chapter One
It was a curious quality of the boy next door that Jenny could never picture his face. He looked like one or two different people she knew, between whom she guessed there must already have been a resemblance. Sometimes she was certain she saw brown hair, and eyes that stared too much. At other times however every detail would vanish behind a shrouding mask of twilight, except the eyes. That shadow was before Jenny now as she made her final checks in the hallway.
By Doc Sherwood26 days ago in Chapters
Special Guest, Chapter Two
4-H-N sought the girls’ changing-room and knocked, then on receiving no answer, pushed the door and cautiously went in. Mini-Flash Juniper was undressing so vehemently that 4-H-N was awed, not so much by the passion as the precision of it. Wow, that was power-folding. Divested of her outer clothes, the pale girl was working the creases with deadly directed rage, that the finished tunic slapped upon the bench beside her a flat beige square.
By Doc Sherwood28 days ago in Chapters
The Green Butterfly, Chapter Three
Silently but for a rustle of reeds swooped a shape which occupied most of the dell, not descending but rising from where the roots were, so that in an instant what head it had was upreared against the luminous looming clouds of blue-black. Most of this monstrosity however was wing, and these aurora-sheets were spectral and lurid in the gloom, ephemeral fans sweeping sickly chartreuse as though they were a nearer and more menacing sky. The tableau was like something straight out of an entomologist’s nightmare – a butterfly-predator bearing down on a little beige-coated aphid, while a brave boy-bee in black and yellow put himself before her.
By Doc Sherwood29 days ago in Chapters
The Green Butterfly, Chapter Two
It was apparently afternoon on this overgrown world, and a sky which had been dazzling when the duo dropped in was starting to shade. Nor was this solely down to the onset of evening, for Flashbee’s senses had also detected a weather-system moving in. Thus with two more good reasons to find shelter, he and 4-H-N hiked doughtily, taking few rest-stops and ever alert to the twitches and flicks from the former’s brow.
By Doc Sherwood29 days ago in Chapters
The Green Butterfly, Chapter One
4-H-N and Flashbee were ferrying six drums of nitrite glycogomia across a tricky stretch of space which required continual course-corrections. This was the sort of task Flashbee was good at – too good to really need a neophyte assistant, as 4-H-N had discovered well within the first hour. By the second, Flashbee had suggested she might assist him best by quitting fidgeting and being quiet. Now it was the third, and 4-H-N having hit full recline on the co-pilot’s chair was outstretched upon it, groaning aloud and smelling.
By Doc Sherwood29 days ago in Chapters
Girls in Gear, Chapter Two
Splitsville hit a straight and pinned the pursuers in her rear-view. These cats weren’t flying Alliance colours. Some were daubed, others painted black, and there were wilder custom-jobs besides. Maybe she’d been hanging too long at the Heart-Throb’s Film Club, because it looked to her like all they needed was a foxtail or two.
By Doc Sherwood30 days ago in Chapters
