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The Jungle Ride, Chapter Three
Girl-formed no longer but wearing the furious yellow fuzz of a fighting-mad duckling, Miss Ugly flew at the brute, testing his gilded helm with the broadsword she bore in her stubby wingtip. Gachna staggered, his concentration broken so that Maureen’s chains fell slack and she gratefully exhaled, but nor was he slow to parry with his gauntlets Miss Ugly’s sounding ivory blade. Then in a dreadful metallic cacophony new links of lead burst afresh from the shadows, striking like snakes at the warlike waterfowl even as she drove down her frenzied thrusts and passes.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 2 hours ago in Chapters
The Jungle Ride, Chapter One
“Hey, look! The jungle ride!” sang out Maureen. They’d just rounded the dodgems in the funfair’s roofed-under section, and it came as some surprise to Maureen’s seniors that she should have opted not for these. Her choice by comparison looked the sort of thing she’d have immediately dismissed as kids’ stuff.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 2 hours ago in Chapters
Summer Romances, Chapter Three
By the time the camp was drawing into sight, Juniper could tell it was already as she’d feared. Flashsatsumas was entitled to his privacy, and in an ideal world she’d have done nothing but respect it. The problem was that right now they weren’t in any world, but rather somewhere they could only safely stay by maintaining a precarious balance of which Flashsatsumas’s powers were part. That wasn’t a mix into which you wanted to introduce desire. The tiny taster of the same which had come Mini-Flash Juniper’s way that morning had been reminder enough that all other powers bowed before it, those of rationality and self-restraint first. From the looks of things, Flashsatsumas hadn’t stopped there.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
Summer Romances, Chapter Two
Mini-Flash Juniper and Pat had wandered down to the surfline, beyond which the dark sea rolled its mysteries. One such for the former was that she’d suddenly thought of an old classmate, for no reason she could determine. It was enough to wonder why Mini-Flash Piloshiki of all people should have sprung to mind thus, but if she’d been here for real, Mini-Flash Juniper would have known. That was how it worked for the Special Program. Besides, it would have been news to Juniper if any of her party besides herself was even acquainted with the Mini-Flash in question, so putting it down to the unsettled nature of her thoughts she smiled at Pat, who seemed to have noted her momentarily absent look.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
Summer Romances, Chapter One
Pat hit the brakes and Mini-Flash Juniper disembarked, in perhaps a little more of a flurry than was typical for her. This she quickly put down to never having clambered from the pillion of a supercharged quad-bike before. Behind her the tyres had etched the course of her breathless ride in a die-straight double-line stretching back to its vanishing-point, and Juniper as she composed herself felt the engine’s reverberations still sounding from the wide lonely landscape. There was damp sand under the toecaps of her school shoes, and white clouds raced above the sea.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
The Last Day of the Holiday, Chapter Three
It seemed to take her a long time to get ready, but finally Mini-Flash Juniper exited the girls’ changing room and swished briskly onto the squash court where Calvin was waiting. She was holding her racquet, and had put on a simple short-sleeved sports shirt and skirt to play in.
By Doc Sherwood2 days ago in Chapters
The Last Day of the Holiday, Chapter One
“Hi!” sang out a little voice. Mini-Flash Juniper halted her early morning jog. A beaming boy of about half her height was gazing up at her. He was wearing sports clothes of vibrant hue, but not even they could compare for brightness with his eyes.
By Doc Sherwood2 days ago in Chapters
Return of the Teaser, Chapter Two
No sooner had Mini-Flash Juniper departed than her doppelganger struck up a series of self-pitying complaints that she was hungry. Since an acre of oilseed in Flashsatsumas’s underwear wouldn’t have made him any less cautious about the company he was required to keep, his first thought was to veto any kind of excursion to the food-court. On the other hand however, he and the real Mini-Flash Juniper might just as easily have taken such a trip, and maintaining the illusion of normality was the task she’d charged him with. In addition, for all Flashsatsumas knew the counter-Juniper might have been the kind of entity which needed material sustenance, and that would mean her pleas for the same were actuated by necessity rather than sneakiness.
By Doc Sherwood3 days ago in Chapters
