Miranda Sparks

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 4

I drank the city through blood stained eyes all the way to the horizon. No corner was beyond my sight, there was no scent I could not follow. Life in defiance of entropy danced through my awareness, and blended into the cocktail known as the human race.

The forces of nature bowed at my feet, offering freedom never before imagined. I ran light as a feather and swift as a jungle cat across the Tokyo skyline. Scaling immense towers was a simple feat, as was throwing myself from the ledges, knowing that my landing would be a safe one.

Glimmer Girl: Secret Origins - All That Glimmers #4

It was the best truck stop sandwich I’d ever eaten. The bread was stale, the lettuce wilted, and gods only knew the deal with the egg salad, but it was solid enough to keep me from shaking to pieces.

I sat in the corner of the Sheriff's office and pulled the blanket they’d given tight. The events leading up to that point circled in my head; one moment I was being held at gunpoint, and the next I was in a ditch, screaming my lungs out. Between them were several hours and twenty miles into the next county no-one could explain.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 3

Doom yawned beneath my feet, and pulled me down with the weight of Ginny’s absence. It's salty breath wafted from the dockyards to where the Black Soul Angels gathered, and throttled roars from their machines. I wandered toward their circle and into the light emanating from a series of drum fires.

In the dimness of the open boatshed I caught the gaze of a slack-jawed thug whose exaggerated hooting revealed him for the animal he was. Others joined in with cries of vulgarity, and dared me to flinch. Instead I remained locked on my goal, and moved forward one step at a time.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 2

It must have been a demon who dreamed up a life regarded with male presumption. From the prescribed stoicism placed on a first born son, to the stifling collar of the school uniform, every moment was one of irritation. Yet I followed the path of least resistance, for no other reason than to lessen the blow. To conform was to evade conflict until such time as it was necessary.

Hellbound Dolls - Chapter 1

The store was sick under the fluorescent buzz. Dust caked with grease permeated the corners, and uneven spots spread across the linoleum. A pop song from childhood bled dry of bass fizzled from a speaker. Even for those such as ourselves this was slumming it, but the price could not be beat.

Hellbound Dolls

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The streets of Tokyo are home to many dangers, least of all the gangs who defend their territory with maximum prejudice. One such gang is the 'Hellbound Dolls', a gang whose members have been cursed with the hearts of women without the bodies to match. But what should happen when these girls learn of magic, and a greater evil that lives among them?

Hellbound Dolls


By Miranda Sparks

Glimmer Girl: Secret Origins - All That Glimmers #3

Imagine being on vacation, except there’s nobody around, and you’re stuck in a single room. Such was life on the sofa, nursing the aftermath of the accident. There were only so many chat shows and soap operas I could endure before going insane, and after three days I was at my limit.

Glimmer Girl: Secret Origins - All That Glimmers #2

Mirrors aren’t known to be forgiving, but with some effort they can warm to you. I laid out my brush and straightener, foundation, concealer, eyeliner, and lip gloss; they were but a handful of tools required to scrub the ‘boy’ away.

It was by luck and her Mom’s difficulty with stairs that Tanya landed the master bedroom, complete with walk-in closet and bathroom ensuite. The running joke was she had more space than she could use, and no incentive to leave for college. For a high school girl and her not-cisgender friend, however, it was the ideal refuge.

Glimmer Girl: Secret Origins - All That Glimmers #1

It started with a bang; not an explosion, but atoms accelerated toward infinity. That was the end of my so-called ‘ordinary’ life. Maybe it was fate that guided me into the line of fire, the same day a madman sought revenge for his bruised ego.

Once upon a time there was no such thing as Glimmer Girl, or even Kaira Cade. This is my story.

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Glimmer Girl #7 - "Crosses to Bear"

Sacramento, California; home of Sutter’s Fort - the first colonial community in the Central Valley, the Crocker Art Museum - the oldest establishment of its kind west of the Mississippi, and perhaps most prominently the Anointed Heart Megachurch.

The cascading glass ceiling of the complex became home to three thousand parishioners every Sunday, filling the air with sermons and songs in tribute to the glory of God. Though on days removed from the Sabbath the church fulfilled another role, serving as headquarters for the premiere team of born again crime fighters, The Ministry.

Glimmer Girl #6 - “Dementia Pugilistica” (Part 3)

Police vans formed a blockade around the stadium, just as Slater predicted. Judy watched through aerial drone-cams as men and women in riot gear swarmed through the parking lot; others the back gates, and some even challenging the front steps, like locusts during the harvest.

Her frown tightened, along with her fists. How had it come to this? She was a comedy actor, for crying out loud! Playing a supervillain would have been the role of a lifetime, but there would be no accolades this time; not when she was playing with real panic.

Robin: The Girl Wonder

Robin, Alfred Pennyworth, and Batman are the property of DC Comics.

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Her knuckles balled white around the hem of her skirt and pulled it over her knees, which in turn bounced in time with the ticking of the clock. Three-fifteen was the cue for dismissal, save for one who had been removed from class early and was seated in the main foyer.

Glimmer Girl #5 - “Dementia Pugilistica” (Part 2)

Even on his day off, Race O’Halloran had the last word. The morning show footage was plastered over my news feed, in which a cheery blond host shone her teeth for the camera. Opposite her was the gray haired man with sunken jowls.

“For those of you who’ve been following the news, you’re probably aware of an incident last night in which two Eastbridge police officers were injured during a confrontation between Glimmer Girl and an unidentified hoodlum. Joining me now for his take is author and syndicated media commentator, Race O’Halloran. Race, thank you for being here.”

Hellbound Dolls - Akane's Story

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A while ago I set about to write an action/horror magical girl story with some Tokyo trans sukeban (read: girl gang) called "The Hellbound Dolls." This vignette follows one of the Dolls, Akane, whose ultimate struggle is to realize she's worthy of love. This installment does not have a happy ending, so read at your own peril.

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The Gingerbread House

It wasn’t that Natalie hated Christmas; she could never be that cynical. In the face of blinking lights, baubles, and ornate decoration she stared ahead, and traced the steps between her flat and the office. As far as she was concerned it was a day like any other.

Her hands balled in the pockets of her coat - one pressed against the phone, the other grabbing lint - while she pressed through the carols in the air. She smiled tightly, threw a dollar into a charity bucket without a thought for who they collected, and marched on. How could she begrudge them for trying to spread joy?

Glimmer Girl #4 - "Dementia Pugilistica" (Part 1)

For Judith Kramer, the script for ‘Growing Old Disgracefully’ was a life preserver in an ocean far from the shores of her former career. The project had been assigned two award-winning actors to star alongside her, and a number of television sketch comedy stars to keep the youth market happy. After eighteen years of struggling for air, both figuratively and literally, it was like returning home.

Glimmer Girl #3 - “A Deadly Obsession” (Part 2)

The day after the campus attack, and it was all anyone could talk about. Even the Lovin’ Spoonful, Tanya’s refuge from the world of ‘normies’, wasn’t safe.

Trix marched to the corner table with a grimace and a tray, and slammed her partner’s drink down. “Cops have been in here three times already,” she spat. “They know I don’t know anything. For god’s sake, we’re on the other side of the grounds!”

“Any excuse to harass us will do,” Ashley said.

Wounded Child

“Mama…”

She doesn’t say the words, but you still hear them: “not now, sweetie. Mama’s busy.”

You know better than to reach out for her. Your hands are already stinging. Better to keep them by your side where they can’t annoy anybody.

Still, the need aches at you.

“I told you, I’m busy,” she doesn’t say.

You try to be a good girl and pull away, but your heart doesn’t listen; it still reaches out despite knowing it’s not allowed.

The yelling gets louder. “Didn’t you hear me? I said I was busy. Stop being a bother.”

Something In The Way

A/N: This isn't a story that goes anywhere. It's a semi-autobiographical snapshot that I needed to put outside of myself, but read and enjoy if you're into something dark.

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Amber wasn’t an orphan, but she didn’t imagine it being much different to her own life. ‘Family’ was something other people had, while she kept to her own company.

Her father and brother were there, at least in body, with eyes glued to the tee-vee set. Truth be told they cared more about wrestling than they did the eldest daughter, and told her so whenever they deemed her worthy of notice.

Glimmer Girl #2 - "A Deadly Obsession" (Part 1)

There are few things so adored as a hero. It was, he supposed, the nature of people to look to those greater than themselves, as though a mirror for their own potential; and though he was not human, Simon was the same.

In a cavern paved with century old brick supported by steel and rust, the brilliant beast had erected a shrine. He’d collected scraps from newspapers and magazines, bookmarked blog posts and articles, saved pictures in dozens of folders, both digital and in print, held to every second of footage he could capture; and in every one she was perfect.

Glimmer Girl #1 - "Between a Rock and a Hard Place"

Hey, friends. Some of you may not be aware, but before I posted here on BC I was writing an ongoing serial called "Shimmer." After ten years and several reboots, I think I've finally polished the idea enough. So as a special treat you get a first peek at Glimmer Girl's return.

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The Lottery - Chapter Two

There comes a time in every kid’s life when their parents sit them down for ‘The Talk.’ Most of the time that talk comes the day after the Lottery, especially when it’s your numbers being called.

My Mom was already sitting on the bed when I came home from school. She’d asked the night before if she could go through my drawers and sort what to keep and what to donate to goodwill. I figured there was no sense in delaying the inevitable.

“How’re you holding up, kiddo?”

The Lottery - Chapter One

In history class they taught us about the Twilight Sun, a terrorist organisation from the mid twenty-second century who wanted to render humanity extinct. “For the good of the global environment,” they said, or something like that.

They set off chemical weapons in the stratosphere above major metropolitan locations; New York, Shanghai, Sydney, London, Munich, more. When nobody died - at least outside the panic and riots - people thought they were safe, but then they learned what the Twilight Sun were really up to:

Mass sterilization.

Not So Popular - 03

After school I stormed home to scream into my pillows.

I should have known Kelly was behind this! She always had it against me, just because I made fun of her sometimes. Okay, maybe trashing her prom dress was a dick move, but she didn’t have to turn the world upside down! That was just taking things too far.

My Mom lingered by the bedroom door. “Shannon?”

Couldn’t she see I was busy? I threw a pillow at her, and missed.

“I was just going to ask if you were staying for dinner, but fine,” she scoffed.

The Devil Within

A college age man of questionable integrity makes a deal with a demon spirit, but not all goes to plan.

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Virginity is a cruel, cruel mistress, and it only gets worse as time goes by. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be twenty-one years old when you’ve never had sex? In a world where a man’s worth is measured by his virility I can think of nothing worse.

Campbelltown Resident Claims Transgender Vaccine Link

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Earlier today I read a clickbait piece in which a mother claimed that a flu vaccine turned her son gay. Though I am firmly pro-vaxx (vaccinate your kids, folks) the idea of a child turning gay or trans as a vaccine side effect tickled me. Maybe I'll expand on this more in a future story, but this fake news article touches on it. Enjoy!

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4 October, 2016

Not So Popular - 02

“This is not happening!”

I paced back and forth, sucking all the air from the room to keep my lungs from collapsing. It had to be some sort of dream, because from where I was standing this was impossible; people did not turn into a tranny in their sleep!

The alien flesh was still there every time I checked my shorts. It even felt real when I touched it, gross as it was. Worse, it stirred, like it had a life of its own.

I screamed.

“Shannon?” Mama called from the other side of the door.

Not So Popular - 01

If you were to look up ‘freak’ in the dictionary you would see it punctuated with a capital F by a picture of Kelly Strickland’s face.

Where do I even start? She’s tall, she’s ugly, and she dresses like Wednesday Addams on a dime store budget. Maybe if she bothered learning how to do make-up she’d look more like the girl she’s pretending to be.

Oh, did I mention she’s transgender? You know, one of those ‘trapped in the body of a man’ types who take birth control to grow boobs. So weird.

New World Epidemic - Chapter Six

I woke to a bitter taste and aching in my shoulders. Shaking my head was like moving through pea soup while pinballs rattled in my skull.

My hands were strapped behind me, as were my ankles to the feet of a chair.

“Hello?”

No answer.

The fog lifted and I found myself in a room with grey, cinder block walls, a concrete ceiling dripping with condensation, florescent lights blinking in and out, and a dirty mirror to veil my reflection with handprints and dust. Knowing my luck there were agents on the other side waiting to begin an interrogation.

At The End of Everything

For a while things were looking up; I was on my way to college, had the love of a great guy, and thanks to the help of my folks had GRS scheduled for Spring of the following year.

Then the end of the world happened.

Nobody knows how it started. Some say it’s a curse, others say it’s a virus that came from terrorists, or bad dog food, or something. Nobody knows, and nobody cares. All that matters is that a bunch of corpses jumped out of the ground and started biting people.

Circle of life, or death, or undeath, whatever.

New World Epidemic - Chapter Five

“They took Katie!”

My Mom blinked in horror, just like she had the last five times.

“Who?” she asked.

“The men in the suits!”

She shook herself. “When?”

I was ready to tear my hair out. “While you and Dad were fucking each other stupid!”

Language like that would have me grounded on an ordinary day, but my Mom wasn’t all there. Every few moments she closed her eyes, bit her lip, and held one hand down to keep from touching herself, just like every other horny fool in town.

“Mom!”

She jumped upright. “Yes?”

New World Epidemic - Chapter Four

It was around one before Katie passed out; the rest of us couldn’t sleep.

Mom, Dad and I sat around the living room in silence. I was sat between them, lest they jump each other’s bones. Gross, I know.

There was moaning coming from the neighbor’s house, which was impressive given their age. They were the sort of couple who always bickered and fought. Who knows? Maybe sexual armageddon was the kick their marriage needed.

My Dad huffed and threw himself back into the chair. “There’s got to be something we can do.”

Hush

The bed lay half filled. Evie cocooned herself in blankets and skirted the edge, allowing room for another; her ex-husband, a new lover, who knows? Yet her dream wrapped smile betrayed no sense of absence.

It was a fact she might not have been aware of until the mattress depressed and gravity tugged her to the centre. She opened her eyes, shaped the numbers 2:53 out of the fog, and rolled toward the mass laying against her back.

She croaked through the film that dried in the back of her throat. “Madelyne?”

New World Epidemic - Chapter Three

When I woke the next day Angela was gone. I was sprawled alone in her bed, face down, drinking the smell of her from the sheets.

What a night it had been.

I found my clothes, dressed myself, and wandered into the living room where Nick, Sasha, Gabe and David were curled up, naked. By the looks of them they’d had the same kind of fun. Figuring they needed the rest I stepped over them and made as quiet an exit as I could.

First Day

On Tuesday morning I was sweating bullets.

“It’s only natural,” my Mom told me. After all, it was the first day of senior year, and many of us had gone through some big changes over Summer vacation, and I mean Big, capital B, changes; for some more than others.

The horn beeped, but I still hadn’t decided. Was a skirt too much, or should I have gone with jeans? Maybe shorts and leggings would be best; if I wore a dress would people think I had something to prove?

New World Epidemic - Chapter Two

That night I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes I could smell her, like she was there setting fire to my veins.

I did everything I could to quench my desire, including… you know, that thing that guys do when they’ve got a girl on the brain.

Except that a couple of days ago Angela wasn’t a girl.

How did it happen? People don’t change overnight, at least not like that. Hours on the internet delivered information on intersex rights, transgender resources, and a lot of porn, but nothing like Angela’s transformation.

New World Epidemic - Chapter One

I can’t remember a time when Adam and I weren’t friends.

Our mothers met in hospital shortly after giving birth. They swapped numbers and babysat for each other; because of them Adam and I shared the same milestones, whether it was swimming lessons, birthdays, or joining the scouts. We spent so much time together that growing close was inevitable.

From pre-k to high school we were joined at the hip, and always watching each other’s back. Even when Adam started getting in trouble, smoking weed and getting into fights, we were there for each other.

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