28
Oct

Returning

by Kuruma Ebi (車エビ)

illustrated by beili

There was something in the lake by Bleakhall House.

This was common knowledge in Roxburghshire, whose visitors were often told stories of dark shapes moving under the surface of the lake, of witch-lights that appeared over its surface and unwitting guests who had fallen in, never to be found again.

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25
Jun

A Realm Unexplored

by Okamoto Shin (岡本辛)
illustrated by beili

 

“Are you even paying attention back there or are you just daydreaming?” the man snapped to the skinny and scruffy-looking barista standing behind the counter. “Are you all idiots here or is it just you?”

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30
Apr

One Thousand Years from Home

by T.F. Grognon
illustrated by beili

He doesn’t belong here, or anywhere.

In 1982, Cal visits Moscow’s GUM department store. He needs to obtain a trinket, something that commemorates the fortieth anniversary of Operation Uranus during the battle of Stalingrad.

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26
Mar

To Join This Song

by Okō (織工)
illustrated by beili

Isabelle’s sophomore year at Julliard starts off well enough at first. Music theory is going to be a challenge this year, since she’s gotten beyond anything they covered in AP at Shattuck, but her teacher seems pretty good. The Operatic History and Practice class looks interesting, even if it is more writing than she’s ever had to do before. Her advisor thought she was crazy for changing languages after only one year, but Italian is easier than French, and she has help with her Russian homework whenever her brother Nick and his boyfriend Kolya aren’t traveling with their hockey team. And her voice lessons are going well: Ariana says she’s settling into her voice well, and okays Isabelle trying out for a few of the bigger campus productions in the fall semester.

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26
Feb

The Secret Between His Teeth

by 織工 (Okō)
illustrated by beili

The fall of 2013 dawns unseasonably warm, and September in New York City opens with a few 30-degree-Celsius days during which Nikolai Mikhailovich Kudryavtsev cranks up his window air conditioners and tries not to feel guilty about his mounting electric bill. It’s not like he can get the superintendent to insulate Kolya’s apartment any better than he already has. The converted brownstone is just old and leaky, hot in the summer and overheated in the winter unless he opens the windows.

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30
Oct

In the Name of Love

by A.S. Mara
illustrated by beili

Someone was ringing the doorbell. Loudly.

Hamzah groaned and rolled over, squinting at his phone. The glare of his screen told him it was far too early to be up on his day off, but that certainly wasn’t stopping whoever was at the door. He put his phone back down and shut his eyes.

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24
Jul

The False Prince and the True

by shukyou (主教)
illustrated by beili

The throne room looked different from this angle: an inch or so off the floor, with a guardsman’s shiny leather boot pressed against the back of his neck. It was a fine angle from whence to observe the delicate work and mother-of-pearl inlay. It was a terrible angle from whence to face the king. Unfortunately for him, Marcelo was not there to appreciate the architecture.

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20
Jun

Obsidian Devil and the Dead Man’s Hand

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん)
illustrated by beili

New Mexico Territory, 1859

I’d rolled into Last Ditch three days back, horseless and little more than a rucksack and the rags on my back. A sole free man wasn’t unheard of in these parts, but the more downtrodden I appeared the better. I assumed Slick Sam and his outlaws were just as like to drink with me as clap me in irons and sell me off to an eastern plantation.

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19
Jun

Summer Heat

by Tamari Erin (玉里えりん)

illustrated by beili

 

by beili

Alain lazed on the rattan chaise longue by the edge of the pool. One of his feet dangled off the chair and he watched the ripples spread out from where he dipped his toes in the water. The weather was so beautiful—it was dry and hot, and the sky was as clear as a glass lake—that he could easily spend all day out here.

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