Fan Fiction
NOVEMBER 2018
GARFIELD.GOV
ADAM HOFBAUER
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Every morning, Jim put on a pair of crisp khaki pants and an alligator polo, and went in to work at the Paws Compound. They continued to produce and illustrate the comic strip as they had for forty years, and manage its syndication and online distribution rights. But the actual writing, now that it was the only strip approved for national publication, was being conducted at an undisclosed government site. Every month, the Bureau of Cultural Management faxed the staff scripts, and careful notes on the means by which they would be illustrated.
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GARFIELD.GOV
ADAM HOFBAUER
~
Every morning, Jim put on a pair of crisp khaki pants and an alligator polo, and went in to work at the Paws Compound. They continued to produce and illustrate the comic strip as they had for forty years, and manage its syndication and online distribution rights. But the actual writing, now that it was the only strip approved for national publication, was being conducted at an undisclosed government site. Every month, the Bureau of Cultural Management faxed the staff scripts, and careful notes on the means by which they would be illustrated.
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DECEMBER 2017
MIRIAM TWO
(Based on the novel "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie" by Muriel Spark)
SHARON FEDOR
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The girls, as they walked up the steps to the Lady Grace School, held freshly plucked flowers which formed the impression of a closed society that required special status to be admitted. The party put down their flowers when they reached the sapphire blue vase on Miss Apple’s desk every Monday. Departure from a common color scheme was inevitable since individuality was relentlessly encouraged and distinctive differences in gait could be detected. Since the girls did not engage their steps in matching time unsynchronized clippity-clops could be heard by any odd listener.
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MIRIAM TWO
(Based on the novel "The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie" by Muriel Spark)
SHARON FEDOR
~
The girls, as they walked up the steps to the Lady Grace School, held freshly plucked flowers which formed the impression of a closed society that required special status to be admitted. The party put down their flowers when they reached the sapphire blue vase on Miss Apple’s desk every Monday. Departure from a common color scheme was inevitable since individuality was relentlessly encouraged and distinctive differences in gait could be detected. Since the girls did not engage their steps in matching time unsynchronized clippity-clops could be heard by any odd listener.
Continue reading.