Glimmer Girl PLUS Bonfire #01 – “Fire and Light” (Part 1)

Glimmer Girl created and owned by Miranda Sparks.
Bonfire, related characters and concepts created and owned by Crystal Frasier.
Story co-plotted by Miranda Sparks and Crystal Frasier, written by Miranda Sparks.

There was a time I would have asked myself what kind of a school uses giant robots in its classes, but not anymore. The Apex Institute had a lot of answers to questions I never even thought to ask, like how long could a hero like me last in a labyrinth of death?

I ducked in time to avoid a one ton fist attempting to clip me from behind, only to fly into and weave through a gauntlet of blades. Steel ran along my body, inches away from being lethal. It was like one of those obstacle course game shows for kids, dipped in a nightmare and planted in the middle of a classroom.

“You’re doing great, Glimmer Girl,” the headmaster’s voice blared. “Don’t forget to watch your six.”

‘Watch your six,’ he says; not when I was watching my nine to three!

“She has got a lot of confidence for someone so… hasty,” the voice of his companion echoed; they must have forgotten to turn off the PA.

“I can still-ARGH!”

No time for banter; not with piledrivers slamming from the roof. I dodged the blows, but not without a few hits. Where was the exit? There were none in my line of sight.

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Shimmer – Valentine’s Day Special 2015 – “A Date to Remember”

Part One

The day has come; February 14, Valentine’s Day.

Are you nervous?

You remember going down to the newsstand and seeing the cover; “Win a Date with Glimmer Girl.” Beside the caption was a photo of the hero, dressed in her usual orange and gold, hands on hips and smiling into the fourth wall, at you.

Something in your chest stirred. The idea that you could sit with a real life superhero, let Glimmer Girl, was laughable at best; and yet you couldn’t resist picking up the magazine.

Scouring the insides you sought out the details. Proceeds go toward a free youth counselling service right in the heart of Milestone City, the competition was open to anyone under twenty, like you, and it was open to all genders.

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Hellbound Dolls #12.5 – “Going Platinum” (Epilogue)


Quiet yet confident, furious and enigmatic; even from afar one could see Yamaguchi Genkai would not go down without a fight. How would finesse fare against her brawling technique? Myriad outcomes danced in the eye of my mind.

My dagger kissed the stone, ground the edge of the blade and agreed; whatever took place I would be the victor. Fate would not forgive me otherwise.

A wind blowing through Tokyo Tower announced the arrival of a spirit. Even before I caught his scent I knew he was coming.

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Hellbound Dolls #12 – “Going Platinum” (Part 12)


It seemed reasonable to assume the other dolls had left for their homes, but they hadn’t. When I returned they were staring into a drum, nursing cigarettes, and studying the dance of flames over a half-filled bottle of whiskey. It had likely gone around the group for several rounds.

Akane was first to lift her head. “Chiyoko.” She and Yumiko were on their feet while Ginny stayed married to the fire.

The strands of silver had faded into black, and I’d replaced them with a blonde wig. Every muscle dragged as I rejoined the group, huddled in a jacket that had been shredded. Was this the cost of becoming the Platinum Doll?

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Hellbound Dolls #11 – “Going Platinum” (Part 11)


The monster flexed and pried the wound further. Its skin made mince of my insides, grinding a serrated coat further into the gore.

How could I have been so careless? The Black Soul Angels weren’t zombies at all; they were puppets! Every second wasted I looked past the multi-limbed creature playing them.

Ryunosuke was screaming. I wanted for him to shut his mouth, but words were drowning in the river pouring from my lips.

Shots fired and flames roared, yet the hairs of my arm prickled like they did on the coldest night.

Then I realized as I should have before; I was dying.

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Shimmer – Christmas Special 2014 – “The Krampus is Coming to Town”

Shimmer ChristmasPart 1

Do you want to hear a story?

It’s a very special story, so you have to promise not to tell anyone.

Do you promise?

Okay, I’ll tell you.

My name is Kaira. I’m six years old, my favourite color is green, my favorite food is pizza, and bunny rabbits are the best, even if my Mommy won’t let me keep one.

Sometimes I’m also a superhero called ‘Glimmer Girl’, and I rescue people.

One time I rescued Santa. That’s what this story is about! (Shhh, but don’t tell!)

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Hellbound Dolls #10 – “Going Platinum” (Part 10)


Screams and gunfire, Shibuya under siege; the taste of carnage formed a thick layer on my tongue, and we were still miles away.

Ryunosuke wrapped himself around my torso, clinging like a ragdoll on a motorcycle. He was out of his depth; clutched by an actual demon.

“What are you going to do?” he pleaded.

I said nothing. Action would speak on my behalf.

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Hellbound Dolls #09 – “Going Platinum” (Part 9)


Ryunosuke was in over his head. How long had it been since he’d been minted into the Black Soul Angels? A month, maybe two; that was why I didn’t know his face. Regardless, he’d cast his lot with our enemies, and there he was, begging for his life.

“Please, you have to help me!”

He was on hands and knees, casting his gaze down and trembling. Did he know what he was asking?

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Hellbound Dolls #08 – “Going Platinum” (Part 8)


Day waned into evening, and reasons to doubt the night before were growing few.

Grenier was real, and so was the Platinum Doll; more than that, so was the beating I’d been given. Transforming into a supernatural woman was no dream, and neither was the piss stained uniform the Black Soul Angels had left me to die in.

One way or another, they were going to pay.

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Hellbound Dolls #07 – “Going Platinum” (Part 7)


In semiotic and postmodernist terms, the inability of consciousness to distinguish reality from a simulation is called ‘hyperreality.’ In terms of clinical psychology, the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality is a symptom of schizophrenia.

One could be attributed to outside factors; the other internal. Both provided a reasonable explanation as to the happenings of the night before, but neither could account for the headline taking over the news outlets:


A shared delusion, perhaps? If so it was one experienced not just by humans, but CCTV cameras as well.

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