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Fan Fiction


DECEMBER 2019
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FROSTY: A MAN FOR ALL SEASONS

​RACHEL RODMAN
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​​Frosty the Gingerbread Man
            “You can't catch me!” cried Frosty, nimble as a snowflake. “So many have tried!”
            But the clever fox simply smiled, licked his lips, and flicked the “On” switch on his portable hairdryer.
 
Frostus, the Son of Man
            A crown of thorns pierced His magic hat; the broomstick crucifix, too, on which He had been impaled was pitilessly stiff.
            "Don't you cry,” He told the children, managing a weak smile. He gestured to Heaven, where His Father lived, and where His own body, once melted, would be transfigured to create spring rain.
            “I'll be back again some day.”
 
Frost Kent, aka Superman
            His cape, behind him, was a ripple of red, topped by an “S” stitched in yellow buttons.

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NOVEMBER 2018
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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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DECEMBER 2017
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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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