Doc Sherwood
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Nectar Hands me a Conundrum
Mighty oaks and silver birches and Californian redwoods cast their twining shadows from overhead as Four-Eyes and I passed quietly through the night-time botanical garden. From flowerbeds at our feet, springtime crocuses nestling alongside Christmas begonias threw colour and scent. The path wound its way by holographic simulacra of an English thatched cottage, Mount Rushmore, and the Taj Mahal.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Interplanetary Interschool
Telekinetic boys were the worst. The umpires were psychic too, and supposedly able to detect a contestant illegally using his powers, but low-level stuff slipped by them. That was why my shoelace coming untied mid-game always made me fume with suspiciousness, and doubly so when my underwear happened to need an urgent untuck just when I was about to shoot the ball.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
When the Ball-Machine went Haywire. Top Story - December 2023.
At lunchtime the day it happened, I was sitting sidelong on a bench with my feet up. Another boy and a girl came over so I scrambled up at once, then sat down again with a bump at the far end. I hoped the girl might look at me and say thanks for making room, but no such luck.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Coda, Chapter Two
Finally a free afternoon came around. It would have been a long way for Joe to walk, so he and Neetra set off together in the latter’s space-car, flanked by Flashtease who was driving Flashshadow in his and Joe’s red racer. She, our hero knew, wanted to see this as much as he himself did.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Coda, Chapter One
Days had passed since Joe returned from the realm of his subconsciousness, re-enacting The Four Heroes’ epochal journey from Boston to Nottingham in a manner brought wholly up to date with his present circumstances. That notwithstanding, and for all that he and his companions this time had been spread out across two spaceships traversing half the galaxy, the resemblances could not but feel timely to Joe when waiting for him at his destination was a multitude of Mini-Flashes and other sentient beings to whom that original pilgrimage meant something.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
I Miss the Power
So the year will have been 2016. In my part of China the last thunderstorms of summer come with a vengeance, and we'd had one that stripped the university of power the very night before orientation. So this occidental (the pun is barely acceptable so I'll only make it once) awoke to the prospect of welcoming hundreds of fresh-faced freshmen to a campus bereft of electricity.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Education
