A Sci Fi Comedy With Dystopian Chaos
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Pages: 284
Pages: 284
Saving the world takes guts and a few martinis.
Beryl has a planet to save and her arch-rival Hilda to beat. A feat near impossible as Hilda has taken every high-tech spying equipment going. Mex is Beryl's only hope.
But Mex ‘vodka-ed’ to the eyeballs has tossed her mobile to the wind and hooked up with a troupe of performing transvestites, saving Planet Hy Man could not be further from her mind if she were comatose.
Will Beryl persuade Mex to sober up and save their planet, or will Mex stick with the padded bras and all who wear them?
Rebel Without A Bra is the fifth in the Planet Hy Man comedy series. If you like Terry Pratchett's satire and Douglas Adams' absurdity, then buy today and skyrocket into a farce to end all farces.
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Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Here Comes the Cavalry, Library of Secrets, Modern Human in Fantasy World, Reluctant Hero, Superpowers, Undiscovered Planet, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 60000
Setting: Planet Hy Man and Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Tropes: Aliens Among Us, Here Comes the Cavalry, Library of Secrets, Modern Human in Fantasy World, Reluctant Hero, Superpowers, Undiscovered Planet, Wise Mentor
Word Count: 60000
Setting: Planet Hy Man and Earth
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
Hilda stared out of the window. It was dark, with no outlook but the wall of the building beside it—hardly a penthouse view.
It wasn’t her choice; it wasn’t anyone’s choice. Even an Operator’s grannie would have turned down Hilda’s so-called penthouse suite. Beryl claimed it was “temporary.” That will soon change, thought Hilda. But first things first: overthrow, divide and conquer, overthrow some more, and—she smiled—the trappings will soon follow.
Hilda had watched Beryl’s landing on the streets of Dunoon. She also watched as Beryl and H2 left the Argyll. The H-Pad was able to tap into CCTV and gave Hilda a clear picture of Beryl and H2 taking shelter in a doorway. Hilda found great pleasure in watching them huddle together for warmth.
READ MOREOnly the masses huddled. Beryl rarely shook hands, let alone touched, and there she was closer than a set of glasses on a nose to an Operator of the lowest order—H2, a woman who was lucky to get a nod from a kitchen porter let alone a shoulder from the leader. Hilda let out a loud, maniac laugh that jolted her snoring footman awake. Beryl’s days of leading were numbered.
The C-Pad, H-pad, H-pad 11 and other pad malarkey: all forerunners of the ipad, which evolved with the I know better than you app some would call virus. The iPad metamorphizes from the C-Pad thanks to a liaison with Legless and very smart IT student during Legless’s lost in San Francisco years.
“Switched the H-Pad on replay. Back to the first arrival,” she shouted, then eyed the footman. “How about a massage?” She wanted to bask in her brilliance, enjoy her triumph and perhaps . . . relax . . . just a little.
Soon she was so relaxed she fell asleep and woke to the H-Pad replaying Beryl’s time in Sheila’s diner, and her footman doing something painful with her small toe.
The footman was staring at a clear picture of Beryl, H2, and Archie looking dry and warm in Sheila’s diner with Archie tucking into a plate of meaty food glistening with fat. The footman mesmerised by the eggs, bacon and extra-large Cumbria sausage; had stopped mid manipulation. As he watched a large forkful of sausage enter Archie’s mouth he squeezed and forgot to stop he could just about taste the gristle . . .
Hilda’s mouth almost watered until she pulled herself together.
“Get me more bubbly,” she shouted.
“But . . . your bunions, ma’am, I haven’t touched them.”
“Bunions? The leader has no bunions.” She paused for a minute. “This is an earphone moment.”
The footman’s face filled with dread. “Ma’am?”
COLLAPSEKerrie's trilogy is a cross between Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Alice in Wonderland and Red Dwarf. It is wonderfully quirky, with great dialogue and some laugh-out-loud moments.
Her characters are not your average heroes and heroines.
She writes about very ordinary types - all ages, shapes, sizes and fashion-sense - which ultimately aids her comedic vision. You have to keep your wits about you to follow the story but it's worth it.
There is a handy glossary of characters and terms at the beginning and all of her creations are highly inventive and hilarious.
Kerrie doesn't write like anyone else I know and it's easy to imagine her stories on the small screen. In fact, I'm rather hoping someone from that media source will come across her work and see its potential.
