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Desperately Seeking Pseudangelos, Chapter One
Joe’s subconscious self might have said they were circling the wagons. That one and Mini-Flash Splitsville were already at the rendezvous-point, having driven down together the minute they received word. Mini-Flash Robin and Mini-Flash Juniper had gone directly in the school minibus, he necessarily sleeping out the journey. Our hero himself had opted for a needful Boston detour, for now that he remembered his crimson-coloured space-racer, he missed it. Now he was skimming sandy hills on the last stretch of a familiar childhood holiday route, bound for what promised to be anything but, his landing-party lieutenant beside him in the passenger-seat.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Chapters
Doc Sherwood Chips In...
Here's an exercise I used to do with students on my Advanced Writing course. First, I'd give them the following copy, taken from the back of a packet of barbeque flavour Joe Chips by the Joe Tea Company, and attributed to their promotional character “Off Road Joe”:
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Writers
Robinson Crusoe and the Colonial Legacy
Part One The character Friday in Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe (1719) is of comparable significance to Shakespeare’s Othello. Between them, they are probably the two most important nonwhite figures in all English literature.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in BookClub
Resurrexit Dominus: James Hanley's Forgotten Novel
Part One Devoting an essay to the most obscure book by an already neglected author such as James Hanley (1897-1985) might call to mind Louis MacNeice’s words on minor poets: “those opinions which rank them high are based on a wish to be different or on lack of taste.” Nevertheless, at the risk of appearing to posses one or both of these attributes, I should like here to talk about that novel.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in BookClub
At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter Five
A fine steady rain had set in by the time the two space-cars landed and parked on a residential street at the heart of Boston. The cowboy had given Presh his overcoat, and very small and scared she looked beside him, peeking out from the huge thing’s folds with her curls slicked down by the wet. Through his connection with Joe the cowboy remembered Neetra on that snowy day, and smiled.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter Four
Half-running, half-tumbling along the passage, Presh was upon the stairs and letting gravity carry her down almost before she knew what she was doing. The man however wasn't slow to give chase, for Presh could already hear his bare feet slapping the hospital linoleum, together with a dreadful metallic noise which she thought at first must have come of him rhythmically opening and closing the deadly scissors on his wrists.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
At Pilgrim Hospital, Chapter One. Top Story - July 2023.
Through the ward window Presh gazed on a girl who lay bandaged and comatose beyond the glass. Sonica had been attacked. The moment Presh read of it in the Boston Standard she’d set off at once for Pilgrim Hospital on the outskirts of town, despite the late hour and the night’s pervasive damp. It was the sort of news which up until now had only ever seemed to happen to other people. You just couldn’t imagine it, thought Presh, befalling somebody you…
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Library Stairs, Chapter Six
"Funny how changing rooms smell the same no matter where or when you are," Mini-Flash Juniper declared to Mini-Flash Robin, as they stood facing each other outside the door. "And it's been on and off with these silly things all day."
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Fiction
