Science Fiction
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 Sherwood15 days ago in Chapters
War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point
War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point The conflict in Iran has entered one of its most dangerous phases today. What began as targeted military strikes has now transformed into a broader regional crisis, raising fears of prolonged war, economic instability, and global security threats. Governments around the world are watching closely as tensions escalate, missiles continue to fly, and diplomatic efforts struggle to keep pace with fast-moving events.
By Wings of Time 16 days ago in Chapters
Karoline Leavitt
Karoline Leavitt: The White House Voice Behind Power, Passion, and Pressure Washington D.C. was never a place for the faint-hearted. Power moved quietly through its marble halls, and every word spoken behind the podium could shift global politics. But when Karoline Leavitt stepped into the role of U.S. Press Secretary, she brought something unexpected — youth, confidence, and a quiet fire that nobody saw coming.
By Wings of Time 16 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 Sherwood16 days ago in Chapters
You Knew Full Well I was a Snake, Chapter Three
Back at the café, Flashsatsumas had piled up his empty plates so was only too aware how the situation stood. Waiting for Miss Ugly to return with Mini-Flash Juniper safe and sound was proving to be more than he could take, and every interminable minute that passed seemed to increase the likelihood of something having gone wrong. Flashsatsumas didn’t need to look at Pat and Maureen to know they felt the same, so instead he was concentrating on what toys remained and the discarded packages strewn across the table. These Flashsatsumas turned endlessly over in his hands one by one, at his wits’ end for some opportunity he may have missed. His card, Juniper’s card, Maureen’s cats, Pat’s box…
By Doc Sherwood17 days ago in Chapters
You Knew Full Well I was a Snake, Chapter Two
Entering the shopping-centre café Flashsatsumas ordered five portions of death-by-chocolate, then sat down with his friends to take stock. Somehow throughout it all he’d kept hold of the card on which his item had come, now dampened by rain and bereft of both its plastic bubbles and what had been in them. Besides illustrations, all that was there now were the two monochromatic panels where these had been, the smaller one roughly rectangular and its outline that of a little toy van.
By Doc Sherwood17 days ago in Chapters
You Knew Full Well I was a Snake, Chapter One
A heatwave tipped to break midweek hadn’t disappointed the would-be weather-prophets. Rain sweeping in from the sea drove relentlessly down against souvenir shops and ice-cream stands, while the black sky above touched the small coastal resort’s shivering pinnacles and turrets. Through javelins slanting Main Street’s span Jenny hurtled full-pelt, jostling dumbfounded forms wrapped up in plastic macs, and spilling showers from precarious umbrellas already pitted against the gale.
By Doc Sherwood17 days ago in Chapters
3:10 to Ingoldmells, Chapter Three
Flashsatsumas had at least had the foresight to bring an emergency medical kit. Having groped his way deliriously to it along the forecourt he’d now thrown open the small satchel and was treating himself, in both senses of the word. So Maureen sat and watched bemused, as far above her head a plastic automaton contorted hugely in some sort of bid to acclimatise itself to existence, while her friend in his tangerine rubber sundress shovelled down slices of death-by-chocolate one after another.
By Doc Sherwood18 days ago in Chapters
