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Creative scribblings carved from my imagination. Here there be original shorts, fan fiction, novellas, and other art forms not yet identified by science.
The Flamefan fictiondrabblesscrimshaw |
SparksPart 5: Kindling (Feb. 13, 2016) | Comments Gary offered Linda a job because she needed it, and after sending her aunt to jail he felt responsible. |
The Flamefan fictiondrabblesscrimshaw |
SparksPart 4: Auld Losar (Feb. 06, 2016) | Comments When her new boss whisked her out of the office early for a "festival," she tried to protest. |
The Flamefan fictiondrabblesscrimshaw |
SparksPart 3: Small Favors (Jan. 30, 2016) | Comments The Flame could travel through any fire known to man, from blazing buildings to burning logs. |
The Flamefan fictiondrabblesscrimshaw |
SparksPart 2: Follies (Jan. 23, 2016) | Comments Shortly after Linda started working for Gary Preston, Private Detective, she found out he had never been to a Broadway show. |
The Flamefan fictiondrabblesscrimshaw |
SparksPart 1: Tinder (Jan. 16, 2016) | Comments A collection of drabbles about Gary Preston and Linda Dale, aka the Flame and Flame Girl. From the Fox Features comics (1939-1942). |
mysteryscrimshaw |
Hyde in Plain SightMar. 12, 2015 | Comments Clara's semester doesn't start well when several of her personal items go missing, then suddenly reappear. But there may be something more sinister going on. |
poetryscrimshaw |
Star-Crossed CentoMar. 05, 2015 | Comments A cento poem for Purim from the perspective of Haman's wife, drawing only from works authored by women. |
science fictionscrimshaw |
A Handful of JacksFeb. 26, 2015 | Comments The denizens of a lunar colony deal with an unexpected interruption to their routine. A short story written in high school for a scholarship contest. |
poetryscrimshaw |
CrisischondriaFeb. 19, 2015 | Comments A poem satirizing our innate ability to transform any and everything into a personal affliction. |
poetryscrimshaw |
For Us the LivingFeb. 12, 2015 | Comments A poem in honor of Lincoln's birthday, but dedicated to all who have come after. |