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The clone 4-H-N was roaming down an open balcony high up amidst Grindotron’s technological towers, happy for Dylan on his recovery and looking forward to seeing him again. Suddenly she was jolted out of these pleasant reflections by a blur of fiery red, which shot past the edge of her walkway and sought an empty spot of sky beyond the megalopolis’s peaks.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Neetra's Message
And there she was. It so happened that the small space-lounge was already candlelit, but now this soft illumination was supplemented by a source which for many of the attendees proved more romantic still. For far above the beehive bouffants of girl Mini-Flashes and tables loaded with half-eaten hamburgers appeared the golden-glowing features of Neetra Neetkins, in holographic projection no less lovely than the genuine article. The highlights of her russet locks were like waterfalls that tumbled and twinkled down upon the gazing crowd, while those mysterious inviting depths where Neetra hid her hairpins blended gently with the shadows of this darkened room and framed her shining face.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Delinquents, Chapter Four
At the first glowing gusher that would send her in the direction Mini-Flash Bobbypins had gone she ran, to jump straight in with her feet together. Just as 4-H-N had previously deduced, the rushing currents rubbed her bare cheeks and legs a good deal more than you’d expect at Headquarters and she suspected she’d be bringing half the beach back with her in her hair, but there was no faulting the swiftness and efficiency with which she was borne to the floor above. This new segment of their hollowed-out space-rock boasted a monumental arched ceiling which 4-H-N’s feisty thermal was blasting her at. As she barrelled clear of its fountainhead she tucked and inverted so her soles were pointing at the landing-site, then upside-down galloped the span of its dome in a race against her own impending inertia.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Delinquents, Chapter Three
On into dark unfrequented space-lanes the Mini-Flash motorists trawled, until they came upon a gargantuan asteroid which to 4-H-N resembled the sort of sea-stone which a myriad marine-worms had burrowed through and through. Like a petrified bath-sponge writ large it hung, each of its million mantle-holes the mouth of a different twisty approach to an interior which looked lit, and not by flame for this amber luminosity tended more to the fade than the flicker. So it all seemed to 4-H-N at any rate, though by now she was starting to suspect she’d had one tappy smell-bomb too many.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Delinquents, Chapter Two
4-H-N knew the girls, though she’d never spoken to them. Frequent visitors to the gym such as herself couldn’t but be aware of this widely-storied clique and the magnificent irony they beamed over Flashball courts and flight-simulators. When they trained on the latter they did so without any need for air-jets, and by all accounts played hard. They wore regulation tunics and boots as Mini-Flash Brace did, but unlike him were soon to graduate from these neophyte uniforms whereupon each girl would receive the honour of a Flash Club costume uniquely her own. Even now it went without saying the underwear glimpsed beneath their beige was never anything but the most expensive and absolute best this galaxy’s fledgling lingerie trade could furnish. Almost involuntarily 4-H-N gave her flouncy skirt a last tuck-in check, while concluding the white butt-frills really had been a mistake.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Delinquents, Chapter One
The first blast always flipped 4-H-N’s ponytail upside-down so it stood higher than the top of her head. Suspended a foot or so above the floor-vent she pointed her toes at this starting-spot and waited, fast-moving currents rushing past her legs and arms and cheeks. What the wind was doing to her skirt was everything you signed up for when you played Mini-Flash sports, but 4-H-N hoped her opponent was enjoying any quickened heartbeats prompted by that view because she reckoned it was good for one more at most. Turbines and bellows beneath the arena’s deck were fast recovering their breath after the preliminary push, with a view to raging at full fury. Sure enough, subsequent to the interval 4-H-N had estimated she shot heavenwards like a surface-to-air missile, her ponytail now plastered against the back of her sweater and her skirt sleek and streamlined over knickers and thighs.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Disqualification Tablet, Chapter Four
Leaving the lost city to the silence it knew best, the racer began to sprint. Joe was fast situating himself in a place light-years away and calendar-years far gone, and this alien road whose psychedelic undulations he was even now negotiating was transforming into what his road had been. That was where the powers of The Four Heroes were to be tapped. Set Joe down on that strip, and nothing could keep pace with him.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Disqualification Tablet, Chapter Three
Split-seconds of cannoning on at maximum burn carried our heroes round the Veirls along the wall of the tunnel and unto the night like a scarlet dart. Here the geography of Disqualification Tablet underwent a marked change, for on either side of the track as it wound its way close to the planetoid’s plane, the unmistakable traces of a lost city were rapidly starting to rise. Joe wondered whether it was mere manufactured scenery, or if there might once have been actual life on this outlandish world? Great nocturnal arachnoids perhaps, capable of clinging to their sheer-surfaced habitat and negotiating its perpetual dark, and true to this theory there was something of an insectile feel to the architecture itself, gargantuan hives with interconnecting spurs glooming black against the star-studded sky in Acheldama’s penumbra.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Disqualification Tablet, Chapter Two
“I’ll stop her, Joe!” shouted Flashtease, and before our hero could muster a word of caution the Mini-Flash bounded from his seat and gripped the top of the windshield in both hands, straightening his small body into a picture-perfect line and then flipping all the way over while curling up and continuing to spin. By the time he hit the racer’s scarlet apron he had become a whizzing sizzling ball of energy which bounced from that surface and soared to settle old scores, but the leering Solidity girl yanked back on her handbrake and unexpectedly curtailed the attack. Flashtease fell helpless through air she had never occupied, struggling out of his somersaults and resuming his tousle-haired tunic-flapping self, that he might clutch at the stern of the nearest hurtling craft and cling for dear life while his legs kicked frantically behind him.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Disqualification Tablet, Chapter One
A mighty chorus ranging from the bass baritone of moon-buster reactor-cores to the imminent whine of throttling nitro rose from the ranks arrayed in infinite diversity along the staggered start of Disqualification Tablet, each among them poised to raise its revving reverbs to blasts of acceleration. Some were vehicular robots whose mechanical minds required no interface with a living driver, others were beings of flesh and blood piloting craft which they personally owned, while others still were fusions of the technological and organic as bizarre in their realization as Mile Hunts or even stranger yet. Amidst this panoply sat Joe, ready at the gearstick with Flashtease beside him, while in nearby starting-positions doubtless waited the rivals and grudge-bearing aggressors and unlikely potential allies they had managed to make on their journey from the car park and back.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Joe and Flashtease
Flashtease ran beaming down the steps of the sports-complex and joined Joe, who was waiting for him outside. The friends set off together along the walkway, passing columns and domes on either side while overhead trawling starships dotted the space-conurbation’s artificial pink sky.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
