Doc Sherwood
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Centre of my Cosmos
There had been one or two hitches, but here at last was the fallback point, another Xandreth district still under construction. Phoenix Prime, the holdall containing Scientooth on her shoulder and Petunia under her other arm, touched down on a rooftop overlooking the darkened half-finished neighbourhood and folded her flame-wings. She had intended this to be the landing-site, and to have done without that regrettable race through a dozen blocks of densely-peopled nightspots. Now however, after all that, her objective was finally within reach.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Petunia and Flashthunder
Cherry had stayed with motifs similar to those of her opening song, and a soft shifting rhythm together with the string-section’s dreamy rills cast a mellow mood across most of the dance-hall. One exception remained though. Petunia at her lone table was dejectedly drawing hearts in the air, making them manifest through her modest powers, then with her fingertip obliterating each one in a little peachiodiferous pop.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
One Special Star
Amid a volley of percussive lead-in pummelled out by the robot drummer, spotlights ignited and backing-vocals swelled and with bass and lyre blasting at their lustiest, Cherry began to sing. Every bar she breathed from ruby-glossed lips was sweet sorrow made symphonic, flawless in relation to the melody’s long-drawn-out wails and sudden wracking stops, yet at the same time seeming to crack under the agonies mercilessly invoked.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Dark Matter Date
Cherry saw the evening might yet be salvaged, but only if they made their move now. She signed to the pink-haired girl with the lyre, who stepped up keenly. Flashshadow always did this one well, and here was a break straight out of every understudy’s dreams. Her time to shine.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Gatecrashers
Burning in bits amid the ruins of a Xandreth building-site, the prison-ship had sent a dozen unfinished bars and bistros back to the drawing-board but at the cost of no innocent lives. Phoenix Prime’s crash-landing at least had gone according to plan, though she admitted the rest had been a mixed bag so far. Speaking of bags, she clutched for the handles of her empty holdall while hauling herself out of the pilot’s chair.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Petunia's Wishing-Star
Presently all were assembled on the stolen battle-cruiser’s bridge, which had slipped quietly and inconspicuously back into the ranks of the gathering Alliance fleet. With pirated security-mechanisms cheerfully informing the other craft there was no-one on board but Grindoes and a cargo of combat-robots, the real crew made up of Prince Agaric’s army manned the engines below while captains Phoenix Prime, Big Grin, Moltron, Magnolia, Schiss-Zazz, Technus reverted to customary man-size and Spookan in his three-eyed mask looked out through the viewscreen on a mission accomplished. At the very forefront stood their unexpected and largely unlooked-for new mascot, her perky presence and peachy perfumes suffusing the entire ship.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Bendigo and 4-H-N
4-H-N stepped out of the Royal Palace gates and into the starry Martian night, feeling happy and contented and a little bit guilty for doing so. She knew that earlier in the evening there had been some bad news from her sister Neetra, and the problem, whatever it was, had made their parents argue, so 4-H-N had decided to go round and see Crosius while they were still clearing the air. Of course, it was always nice to spend a couple of romantic hours with your boyfriend, and when he was king of a whole planet and lived in a great big luxurious palace it was nicer still. That was what made 4-H-N feel slightly bad, to have been having such a good time tonight when things were obviously amiss between her mother and father. It just went to show, 4-H-N thought to herself as she set off for home, that there was always someone worse off than you…
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Iskira and Joe
Joe held his solitude some time at the Castle Jaw site, attended on only by a number of increasingly turbid thoughts. The suns had begun to dip, and in this shaded space the uncut grass was already wearing its coat of dusk when Joe heard someone join him. He looked up from where he sat, and saw Iskira.
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
Lost Friends, Chapter Five
The Four Heroes and friends hurried the refugees back to the hideout, beneath a thunderous black sky that was now torn every minute by furious flashes of lightning. Their arrival was greeted with a hundred happy reunions as the former prisoners ran to loved ones and relatives they’d feared they would never see again. Proteus made his way over to his comrades through the joyful laughing crowd, beaming and exclaiming: “You did it, guys! I knew you would!”
By Doc Sherwood5 years ago in Fiction
