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Noisy Running, Chapter One
Dylan wasn’t one to sit around. A sweep of his arm and the Junkyard-Belts of Nebula Seven came alive, magenta-coloured swirls and streamers throwing the surrounding escarpments of scrap into the air and at each other. 4-H-N stumbled back agape as a boxlike distress-signal device clunked complete at her feet, by which time the corroded old chasses of two space-cars were kitted out with replacement parts and idling above the ground.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter Three
Dylan and Phoenix landed the ship on an asteroid deep in the belt, and with 4-H-N struck out on foot along the rough road that wound its way to Scientooth’s old arena and lair. Hillsides of scrap loomed on either side, beneath nebula-stain and the cold glinting stars. 4-H-N was in a fresh uniform, and Phoenix perhaps was remembering the pitched battle last time they both traversed this route, for she in turn had not neglected to don her backpack.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter Two. Top Story - December 2025.
4-H-N heard not a word about her secret mission around Headquarters over the following days, so had to conclude either Mini-Flash Phytolith hadn’t been listening in after all, or she’d misjudged him. She hoped it was the latter, as she wanted the pair of them to get on, even if he wasn’t going out of his way to make it easy for her.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Search for a Sister, Chapter One
Phoenix Neetkins looked a little like Jean-Michel Jarre at his comeback concert, only her garage-load of old keyboards and monitors charted a timespan measurable not in decades but millennia. This antiquated array of technological table-tops was laid out in a square, enclosing a space of comparable area to that of a good-sized conference-hall. At the centre of this stood a forcefield-cage, within which paced a chalk-white creature.
By Doc Sherwoodabout a month ago in Chapters
Valentine in June, Chapter Two
I ducked down into the shrubbery and hid, mortified to be in my pyjamas. The girl herself was wearing a simple black leotard with a thin pink belt, and although she looked no older than me, she tapped like a professional. But who was she, and what was she doing here?
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Epilogue
Contrary to the lyrics, that boyfriend of Cherry’s wasn’t so far away. For some time now Flashthunder had served more as her live-in groupie than a commissioned Mini-Flash, but since he was still strictly speaking a senior and happened to be present when the extraction teams arrived, the adult Flashes mostly for the sake of appearances drafted him into some sort of active role. He for his part weakly attempted an excuse about the music having been too loud for him to hear his skirt-alarm, but it was symptomatic that no-one really minded.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Chapter Five
Phoenix Neetkins completed her hyperspeed jump and dropped the Star-Fighter Mark II into position. Greenish-blue clouds scudded above the curvature of a world. Spotlights breaking intermittently through this cover hinted at some open-air event about to kick off below.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Chapter Four
Dylan and Flashsatsumas had ridden a Booster-class wheeled robot at full throttle across the Grindotron megalopolis whence Prof’s laboratory towered. Now our hero and his Mini-Flash companion hastened into a far less imposing edifice, the Museum of Monitoring Apparatus, amid asseverations from the former that in quieter times it was well worth a proper trip.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Chapter Three
Mailroom Duty at Flash Club Headquarters was never exactly a thrill a minute, and after the morning’s upheavals it was no wonder 4-H-N couldn’t keep her mind on the job. She was deeply happy Mini-Flash Pseudangelos had come home, that much went without saying. Yet the gladness bore with it a note of foreboding, because for all that 4-H-N’s so-called Special Program Task Force may originally have come to her in need, there was no longer any doubt they’d since come to view themselves as guests through choice alone. Sue’s mysterious little adventure was proof enough of that.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Communique, Chapter Two
4-H-N’s devoted duo had been assigned to an unfrequented eddy of limpid space, where lumpy clusters of frozen gas-bubbles clumped together to dot the region with tiny translucent asteroids. Atop one of these waited Flashbee, standing up on account of his stinger, which was uncomfortable but he had to keep it primed for immediate use.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
