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NAN BEAUCHAMP, LIKE MANY YOUTHS OF THE YEAR 2000-SOMETHING WILL LIVE, WORK, AND DIE, AS LESS THAN A FOOTNOTE OF A FOOTNOTE OF THE ABRIDGED HISTORY OF UNREMARKABLE YEARS.

This suits her fine.

Too bad about the truck that turned her into paste, then. Luckily, or unluckily, fate deigned to give the poor girl another chance to make something of herself in a bizarre universe brimming with magic, spaceships, and… giant talking spiders?

This “second chance” seems less than ideal.

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Spark IX

<<<<< Previous Next >>>>> A palm sized girl in a yellow summer dress twisted in the air, deploying dragonfly wings into a short Immelmann turn. She radiated an odorless bulb of silver whym that made one wonder if she swallowed a nightlight. According to what little Nan could extract from Brass’ abridged lecture, guidance fairies … Continue reading Spark IX

Spark VIII

<<<<< Previous Next >>>>> Where was the bone rending bite? Nan was expecting a grotesquely horrifying bone rending bite. No crunch, or slice, or pop presented itself. Was she too much skin and wire to consider eating? Nan peeked one eye open, then the other, just in time to see Chitani draw her limbs back. … Continue reading Spark VIII

Spark VII

<<<<< Previous Next >>>>> Three seconds was far too short of an allowance. Far too short for Nan, at least. Every participant besides herself displayed some form of movement trick that took a paddle to the laws of physics. Felix copied Jarohan’s spurts of thrust producing whym, Brass set a chalice on the ground from … Continue reading Spark VII

Spark VI

  <<<<< Previous Next >>>>> What was Nan stepping in? She lost faith in the Disney princesses at ten. Delusions of how wonderful it would be to join the ranks of actual nobility faded soon after. Assassinations, enforced peasant poverty, and the French Revolution did not a fun time make. Nan set a groan echoing … Continue reading Spark VI

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