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Immortal Hate, Chapter Two
On the music swung and swayed, and overhead the clouds inched further from their dying blaze to dark. Few would have imagined destiny was ever played out on such a stage as this, yet Petunia’s bleary audience biding the final bars of her set knew no more in truth than those who had opted to face the day with rioting and violence. Here was where that of which one girl sang was slipping away note by note, as shadow and tone and gradation of light shifted all but imperceptibly about the other girl on the corner. Sometimes with no greater outward show than this did entire chapters of a galaxy’s eons-long span bid goodbye.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
Immortal Hate, Chapter One
It was the time-interval when a space-conurbation’s artificial sky stained everything beneath with its luridness. After the moisture-purge, the last of the atmospheric condensation roiled overhead in vast formations of mustard and sulphur. By now it was too late in the diurnal round to think of regaining simulated day. Elongated polygons of light were already spilling from shopfronts and windows, etching their pattern on streets darkening and damp. At the far end of one, a small nightclub stood.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
4-H-N Fireworks, Chapter One
From an archway across the busy street by the shuttle-port 4-H-N looked in dismay. Stripped to her knickers, barefooted on concrete, she was still reeling from the Ritual of Demand and her subsequent expulsion from Flash Club Headquarters. It had been worse than she’d imagined, and the Drenthis feeling shuddered within her. Staying out of sight in the alleys and shadows had kept it from intensifying any further, at least. Half the galaxy was aflame, and the conurbation reminded 4-H-N of afternoons on Earth when bad news had broken. The passersby may not have been human beings, but all were distracted and afraid. Keyed to the sudden eruption of violence they expected any second, a half-naked hiding girl hadn’t crossed their minds, and consequently most of them didn’t register her on sight. That had ironically been the one point in 4-H-N’s favour as she made her way, creeping under walls, one arm thrown over her torso.
By Doc Sherwood3 days ago in Chapters
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 Sherwood11 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 Sherwood11 days ago in Chapters
