Science Fiction
Brass Ring Chapter 9: Bouncing Back From The Pain
Bruno smiled wistfully as he entered the doors of the Loaded Swallow. When he had accepted the position of Assistant Mayor, this had become Paul and his favorite place; it was far enough from the city offices to give him a legitimate break from his duties but close enough that he could run into the offices if the mayor needed a save. The position was perfect for him, especially as he had just retired from being The Corsair. He smelled a Reuben and knew Paul had beaten him here. For once. He smiled.
By Jamais Jochimabout a month 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 Sherwoodabout a month 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 Sherwoodabout a month 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 Sherwoodabout a month 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 Sherwoodabout a month 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 Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Girls in Gear, Chapter One
Third cycle initiated Monitoring... Metaphysical imbalance detected. Compensating... Mini-Flash Splitsville didn’t dig the resemblance between Rio Grande and Daddy-O, so to her the absence of the former’s hat wasn’t anything to get in and wail about. Nutrient-bath green was vivid but did the big drop points-wise when it came to his hair, dark jungle swirls which gently rolled and lifted round a face whose viridian dots were spaced wide. We were talking Lichtenstein city, but he was peaceful as well as pale, sleeping as he’d done after the first time. Something else Splitsville could never feature about those lineaments was their Johnny Angel meets Dreamy Eyes scene. A one-way ticket from the Tablet to where her square sisters Petunia and Sonica did their swinging thing. Strictly forty-five RPM.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
