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Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter Three
They were no longer alone. From the darkness behind them shapes were fast advancing, and it took just one over-the-shoulder glimpse for the boy and his angel guide to start pounding their bare feet into the snow in frenzied desperation to get away. Even Neetra, who had fought enemies of every description and knew these ghosts from the distant past could not harm her, turned tail likewise at the sight of the pursuers. They could barely be made out from the night that surrounded them, and the flashes of gaping red mouths and glittering malicious eyes, though gruesome, were not in themselves reason enough for one of The Four Heroes to flee. However, every instinct our heroine possessed was screaming at her to run, to hide, to escape, for this mass of monstrosities was an evil against which she could not hope to prevail.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve, Chapter Two
An empty shell of a Time-Shifting Device, small enough to carry in the palm of a hand and with rectangular holes on its face where the buttons should have been, hung suspended in mid-air by a mind-boggling tangle of cables and pipes. In the midst of this chaos that rambled the length and breadth of his laboratory at Nottingham Castle, The Chancellor moved swiftly and efficiently, turning dials and triggering relays to transmit much-needed power through the snaking maze of conduits into the tiny machine. This severe moustachioed soldier was a scientist of genius equal to Phoenix’s own, and there was another way in which he and the pretty French-speaking half-Martian girl were alike. It was not so much that he too was busy in solitude this Christmas Eve, isolated from the merrymaking going on all around. The resemblance had more to do with the way The Chancellor and Phoenix were feeling, and the way that both were trying to hide it.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve, Chapter Three
Joe, Neetra and Bret were hastily summoned, and the three members of the Next Four regrouped with the three members of The Four Heroes at the gates to Nottingham Castle. Above them stretched the steep hillside, and atop the cliff’s edge, before a sky of deepest blue in which the first stars were coming out, loomed the fluctuating sphere of luminescence now swelled to gigantic size. All of the great mansion-house was lost in within its radiant ever-changing depths, and still it widened with each minute that passed. It was well on the way to becoming the most spectacular set of illuminations in Nottingham that evening, but the sight of it brought our heroes little Christmas cheer.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter One
Soon Neetra was gone from the material world too. Leaving her corporeal body asleep in Joe’s arms, our heroine slid onto the astral plane and parted from the group at the castle gate, to soar up the hillside and plunge into the expanding ball of temporo-psionic flux. Locating Steam’s presence gave Neetra no difficulties, and on entering it she found herself engulfed in the whirlwind of thoughts common on the periphery of a consciousness. Speeding by her, flashing and merging and blending were snippets of herself, Steam, The Four Heroes, the Next Four and numerous others, including the dark-browed winged girl Neetra had identified as her friend Carrie. However, she knew these fleeting recollections and impressions were no more than the remotest distant satellites of Steam’s true psyche, and when she searched for that, she found it disturbingly absent. She would never have known it was Steam’s mind she was in, so far from her he was. He had ventured deep, deep down into this stygian pit of time and memory.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Agency of the 5th World Head Mission 5: Code: Red (Original Version)
Previous Mission First Mission <Original Plotline by Jeremiah and Nic Ellison I do not claim ownership to any of the following: Super Smash Bros., Pokémon, Club Penguin, Roblox, and FusionFall. Super Smash Bros. belongs to Nintendo along with other ownership rights on the characters used, Pokémon belongs to Game Freak, Nintendo, and the Pokémon Company Club Penguin belongs to Disney, Roblox belongs to the Roblox Corporation along with any other character’s ownership rights, and FusionFall belongs to Cartoon Network along with any other characters’ ownership rights.>
By Jeremiah Ellison5 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
I looked down at my wristwatch as we made it to the village. It was twelve noon, but the day was pretty much gloomy. The sun hid behind the dark clouds, swimming like ghosts in the sky. The acacia trees enclosing us made the air cold, so that we didn’t take off our jackets.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
The Comrade's Sacrifice
Author's note: Please read part I first The next day, the weather was against us. In the morning, the heavy rain rapped the roofs of the houses. The wind battered the acacia trees surrounding the village. It was as if something knew what we were about to accomplish at midnight. It was as though the culprit of the missing children tried to frighten us to back out in performing our plan.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
Power Duels
The two challengers faced each other, standing very still. The man was leaning forward slightly, jaw clenched and eyes intense. The tall, elegant woman stood calmly, face impassive. However, if you looked closely, you could see the bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.
By Kristen Slade5 years ago in Fiction
Cigarette Butts
Author's note: Please read Cigarette Butts (Part I) The Toyota van ran along the rocky and rough road of San Mateo, making dust coiled up in the air and settled in the coconut trees alongside the road. They drove past the villagers loitering outside their houses. The mayor opened the window and waved at them like he was a celebrity. Sometimes they bumped and bounced inside, but he still showed his untruthful smile.
By M.G. Maderazo5 years ago in Fiction
