Noble Acts

The ‘noble act’ to which I refer in the title is the publishing of this e-book…

…by Barnes & Noble. What jolly chaps and chappesses they are. And you will be too – if you buy the e-book.

 

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How Kind, Kindle

Amazon Kindle are on board. Yes, this photo-novel e-book…

…is available at last. Alternatively you can read the serialised version on this site. Only here it’s called…

But which ever version you choose, you will have chosen well. Me? I’d go for the Kindle version.

Junior Earplug Adventures: Winning Numbers (Part Thirty-One)

Whilst a great fear and trepidation gripped the crew and passengers of the K T Woo, back on Earth, Buttox neared the terminus of the access tunnel…

Naturally her passenger had no idea that the access tunnel took them both to within a kilometre of their destination, which was…

…Transfer Conduit Station Seven, where several passengers were arriving back from the Museum of Future Technology.  One, Buttox recognised, as being one member of the brother/sister singing duo, Shat and Beeki Spitoon.

“Hi, Shat.” She said as the buggy slithered to a halt in the deep snow, “I’ve got all your albums.”

She would have asked Shat to autograph her knickers, but Onlie had developed cramp in the tiny passenger seat, so both were forced to leap from the vehicle…

“Well thanks  for all your help.” Onlie said as more conduit transfer passengers streamed from the station. “I wonder if I could borrow some local currency though. I come from another dimension: I don’t have any of my own.”

Being a rather pleasant ex-nun, Buttox didn’t hesitate to hand over the cash required to purchase a ticket to the Museum of Future Technology.

It was a difficult moment for the girls. Neither were sure whether they should shake hands or share a hug. So they compromised with a hearty whack on each other’s shoulder and the promise that they would meet again one day and not enjoy a coffee at Cafe Puke. Then Onlie was on her way…

With only the merest hint of hesitation, she entered the main entrance. Buttox sighed: she’d enjoyed their brief time together…

…and she wondered if she would ever see the tall blue alien earplug again. She hoped so: “Those were my last Plugentos.” She grumbled to herself. “Now I’m totally broke.”

She then leapt aboard her buggy once more and accelerated away – scattering recent arrivals…

 

“Sorry, Shat.” She called out as she swept by. “No time to autograph my underwear now: I’m going home.”

With that she raced away – en route to her own personal Museum of Future Technology…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

Junior Earplug Adventures: Winning Numbers (Part Thirty)

Meanwhile, far away, aboard the K T Woo, deep in unexplored space, Grotty Benson…

…winced as the crimson alert claxon blared deafeningly. Opposite her Kirsten Spondooli suffered as fear turned her eyes black with fear…

…and an unfortunate gaseous emission displeased the crewmate nearest her. But more unfortunately the sudden and unexpected crimson alert startled the atomic cannon’s Trigger Puller so badly that he physically jerked violently and his trigger finger yanked upon the trigger. The result was…

…a burst of irresistible power erupting from the weapon’s unerringly well aimed barrel. But even more unfortunately – at least for those aboard the K T Woo – that same irresistible power wasn’t as irresistible as everyone thought. But it was powerful enough to really cheese someone off. Only moments after Sinclair cancelled the crimson alert and hoped that the mystery object wouldn’t notice that it had been shot at…

…a huge glowing craft of unknown design hove into view. And just as everyone on the bridge swallowed nervously, a flash appeared upon the huge glowing craft’s hull…

“Maybe we did more damage than we thought.” Kirsten squeaked hopefully. “Look, it’s blowing up.”

But she shut her gob immediately when the flash of light moved away from the hull…

And when it became clear that the flash of light was aimed, fairly and squarely, at the K T Woo, Sinclair did what any star ship captain would do…

He gulped even more loudly; ordered a resumption of crimson alert; told Hakking to hit the throttle; and demanded that the cannon fire again…

But the second salvo was no more effective than the first. And it didn’t slow down the approaching energy bolt either…

Crewplug, Grimace Blewden behaved in the correct and proper manner expected of any self-respecting Security Chief: he yelled…

“Flipping heck: in-coming. Hold on to your hats and dive for cover!”

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017