Recently I’ve been hearing the question, are we going to see Shimmerverse stories collected in eBook format?
Well, ask and ye shall receive!
Now available in ePub format are the first two volumes of Shimmer, and the first volume of Hellbound Dolls.
Shimmer – 01 – Starlight, Star Bright…
Shimmer – 02 – The Reign of Cats and Dogs
Hellbound Dolls – 01 – Going Platinum
Future stories will be collected in a similar way once completed; but for now I’ll keep writing, you can keep reading on the side, and as always donations are more than welcome.
Love and laughs,
As the sun set human life returned to Milestone City. The air was filled with a collective sigh mixed with the bitter tang of caffeine. Owners set out in search of their pets, on foot, in cars, and called out from all corners.
Through it all Max stayed by my side, never once going stray and always burying his face whenever I stopped. He looked up time and again, smilingthrough his drooping jowls; and something else, as though he knew…
Tanks rolled down the main drag as the national guard piled into their trucks. They along with the police dismantled the barricades, letting through the animal control groups whose work was only just beginning. If only there were more I could do to help.
I don’t know what to say.
When I asked for $20, I was hoping for people to chip in little bits; one or two dollars each, but thanks to your generosity we’ve pooled ten times as much.
Thank you. Thank you all so much.
Not only will Shimmer be online for at least another couple of years, but my partner and I get to eat for the next week!
Additionally, there’s still funds leftover to commission some more art for the site. (Any good artists to recommend? Any particular content you’d like to see?)
It means the world to have fans like you. You’re the best.
My partner and I are having trouble making ends meet, and I need to pay off the Shimmerverse domain cost (approx $20).
Any Shimmer fans feel kind enough to hit the donate button on the page and keep the site going for another two years?
Thank you in advance, and FYI, I take requests.
Love and laughs,
Did you ever see the movie with the woman trapped in a room of swarming birds? Well, that was me; except I was twenty thousand feet above ground, and the birds had super powers.
Hitchcock, eat your heart out.
Like a bolt of lightning I shot through them, tearing through the wind and drawing the assault to the horizon. I zigged and zagged, up, down and all points in between, rounding off those that tried to break away at angles that were too sharp for the other birds.
In the heart of the swirl were the ‘freaks’; mutated specimens that had gotten the worst of it, with beaks like scythes and eyes that could swallow a person whole. They screeched and squawked like something out of B-grade horror, and pushed through the smaller of their number.
A bluebird, malformed from cosmic radiation, stabbed with the needle it held, and shredded the front of my uniform. Eagles, swallows, even pigeons wrapped their talons around my arms and pull to rend them free. If my flesh weren’t a hologram it would have been a goner.
“Easy!” I ordered, like I had any sort of control. Whatever; all I had to do was to keep them from the planes.
I watched the window tinted barricade as it stretched from the research center to the interstate. It wasn’t just cops holding the line, but men and women in fatigues with rifles perched over their shoulders. Weird to think it was the same road Tanya and I would drive along on weekend trips to the lake.
Professor Danvers smiled and cleaned her glasses. “Have you ever been in a limousine before?” she asked.
I turned, sunk into the leather and shielded my smirk. “Only a regular one; not a stretch hummer like this.”
She hummed. “You could say it’s a perk of the job. We’re working on a more eco-friendly model, but the boys at the top aren’t fans of machines without grunt.”
My eyes sat on the outside, taking in the mysterious lights and empty streets. Skirting by the hub of Milestone City was the chill of absence sometimes interrupted by a pack moving from alley to alley.
The vehicle slowed and we turned into a string of buildings. Beyond them was tarmac reaching to the near horizon, and a line of planes and jets of varying models sitting parallel by open hangars. Teams and tankers visited each craft, loading them with liquid cargo; an energy drink for the entire city.
Around 11:30am, according to official reports, several hundred mice traveling at the speed of sounds cut through the downtown area, mowing down pedestrians and causing tens of thousands of dollars in property damage. Max and I flew in to save the day; the mice were unharmed, even if people weren’t as lucky.
At 12:42 there was an attack on a bakery, when a colony of ants assembled into a cooperative body. It moved in the shape of a human, and fought like a soldier. Bystanders were severely bitten, and no matter how many times I blasted the colony wouldn’t be swayed; except by pastries.
Then, at 1:08 there was the boa constrictor that crushed and consumed an SUV… with a family still inside. The two moms and the three kids made it out, with the help of myself and Max, but the car didn’t survive. It was messy, and the less said about it the better.
The day was filled with small victories, but in their place another two disasters would spring up. How were we supposed to keep up?
Max barked, jumped, laid his paws on my chest and lunged to lick my face. Amidst the sea of animals who’d gained a new level of dangerous it was a change to find one who was a friend.
“I’m glad to see you too, boy,” I grinned. What would Mrs Stevenson think if she could see him now?
The rhino began to stir and planted a hoof in the dirt. Before long it would be up again, charging at the tigers, trying to stomp them out like a jungle fire. Even at full power I couldn’t hold the beast down; what else could I do?
Max jumped in front and started to growl.
Finding my way around the zoo wasn’t hard; all I had to do was follow the shrieks.
Shooting over the enclosures I entered the reptile park, past the house and to the pool inside a chain link fence. The sign and the picture said ‘alligators’; combine that with powers and you can imagine the hairs pricking on my neck.
The atmosphere was full of swears, and somewhere in the middle was the cry of “get me the hell away from this thing!”
I jolted to a stop and searched for the voice. Across the way, high on the branch of a tree, a man with blonde, curly hair danced away from snapping of jaws. The gator was inches away, given new reach by the long hind legs that supported it upright.
He turned and squealed. “Glimmer Girl! Thank you! Come get me!”
Hi there, lovely people!
Around June I’d like to celebrate the ongoing adventures of Glimmer Girl with an annual special, which I’d like for you to contribute to.
So, if you’re interested in adding to the body of Shimmer stories already out, write to Miranda at email@example.com.
Hoping to hear from you soon, and hope you all enjoy!
Love and laughs,