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Exodus, Chapter Five
The staring gawping tableau included Mini-Flash Pseudangelos, who looked as if she’d been just about to leave. Gladness flooded Joe’s weary frame. He didn’t wait to catch his breath, but launched at once into what was not destined to be his finest speech. When he had at length mistreated his overtaxed lungs into giving out, not even our hero was sure anymore whether the explanation had had to do with a published apology for responses sent in error, or some sort of mix-up in the mail. All Joe hoped was that his fabrications had convinced Pseudangelos the letter Presh was holding aloft was not the same one as before, for all that the resemblance was striking.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Exodus, Chapter Four
Joe knew the world inside his mind had meant a great deal to Presh. It was one of the few points about her he had managed to gather. Losing Robin and falling foul of Schiss-Zazz may have taken the charm off the place for some, but studying Presh’s features Joe detected no suggestion of that. Now he wondered what he was going to do with this most wayward of Mini-Flashes. What was it that had led Presh from The Flash Club to him in the first place? It seemed a baffling choice, knowing as Joe did she had loved that land devoid of The Four Heroes’ cause.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Exodus, Chapter Three
Along the echoing cavernous deck Joe slowly struggled. It was true that his last encounter with Presh might have suggested he was no better suited for this task than those in whose stead he’d appointed himself, yet our hero reminded himself that neither he nor she had been themselves then, and her harshness Joe had already put down to the side-effects of the schism.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Exodus, Chapter Two
Once Sonica was all hooked-up to the ship’s own life-support apparatus, Joe stopped by the medical bay himself and changed the dressings that had come out of the first-aid box in his kitchen for new ones from the supplies. Concerns about certain girls accidentally showing more of themselves than anybody needed to see hadn’t made him forget that without this precaution he’d end up doing the same, in a far less picturesque manner and all over the floor to boot. That danger averted, and cargo and crew securely onboard, our hero shuffled slowly to the bridge.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Exodus, Chapter One. Top Story - October 2023.
Black clouds had receded and were banking sedately in an overcast but peaceful sky, far off by the misty line of wold which marked the horizon. Joe had seen the dome of a dazzling morning soar so high over these flat fens as to awe the observer with a sense of distance, but in this still afternoon hour the mood was more of a reassuring nearness. The heavens all but touched the tops of the telegraph poles, and those lopsided old wooden uprights were themselves not such a way from the verge. Birds were beginning to sit at rest along the wires that dipped between. Our hero, having been reading this land since infancy, knew the earliest signs of day drawing to a close.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
The Student Song and Dance Show, 2019
The Song and Dance Course (which never had an official English name I ever heard of, though there was probably a Chinese one) ran for three academic years at our university. Each time we ended on a stage-show, where the faculty members who'd taught on the module presented their students' work.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Beat
Love Lies Bleeding, Chapter Three
So Joe set off, step by shaky step, clutching his wound. Funny that the same road which had led to Nottingham through those sparkling pinewoods should then have taken him to the stars overhead, only to wind back upon itself and end at the very place he’d started. To think that all along, its final bends should have been these. So mundane a course as past the telephone and through the hall and up the stairs to the first floor landing of the house Joe had grown up in.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Love Lies Bleeding, Chapter Two
Stars. Huge swollen globes, far larger and more luminous than stars ought to be. The night that stretched between their fatted halos wasn’t the darkness of just now. It was like limpid ink. Wooded silver hills of pine rolled beneath, on the periphery of Joe’s vision.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Love Lies Bleeding, Chapter One. Top Story - October 2023.
Joe had returned home, to his attic amid the dockside dereliction of Boston one murky windswept night. Now the lone figure who had followed him there from another galaxy intended to make sure he never left. Our hero shoved Mini-Flash Pseudangelos to the sidelines and sprang to meet Schiss-Zazz head-on.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Chapters
Shakespeare's Secret Love?
William Shakespeare didn’t only write plays. He also wrote a number of poems, including one collection that now ranks among his most celebrated works. His first however was Venus and Adonis, a long poem about an episode from Classical mythology which Shakespeare will have read in Ovid’s Metamorphoses when he was still at school. It was published in 1593.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in BookClub
