27
Oct

Thaw

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.

Peter shut the front door behind the furnace guy and let his forehead rest briefly against the wooden panel. Then he pushed himself upright to shiver over to the couch and dive again into the warm refuge under the duvet. He rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling. “Blah. I’m officially tired of adulting.”

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26
Aug

One at a time

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.

On the morning of his twenty-seventh birthday, Owen’s alarm woke him, as per usual, with the “Ride of the Valkyries” at three-thirty a.m.

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24
Feb

Snow night

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.

Ned was standing at the lunchroom counter trying to decide what would be worse, drinking a cup of tea with not enough soymilk in it or the hassle of going out in the cold to get more, when someone came into the room. Maxwell, a random part of his attention informed him; at the morning’s committee meeting all of Maxwell’s shirt buttons had bloomed into roses, and their perfume still wafted around him in a cloud.

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16
Dec

Just Seven Days

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

  1. We’re gonna pop some cherries tonight

The way Greg would tell the story in later years, the moment he saw Tim Curry in a corset and torn stockings was the moment everything became clear. At the time, though, it felt like everything had just gotten way more complicated.

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28
Oct

Heading Home

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

If it weren’t for work, Duncan would have been parked somewhere quiet on a night like this, tucked into his sleeping bag with a book and a mug of tea. The rain mottled the windshield between swipes of the wipers, and the glare of the van’s headlights made the downpour into a pewter sheet that obscured the road. Even as he slowed to fifteen going downhill he could feel the wheels want to slip. He slowed even more as he came to the curve, acutely aware that there was nothing but a corrugated steel guardrail and a few wooden posts between him and an emphatic encounter with the Canadian Shield, sixty feet below.

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27
Aug

The Number Pi

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

 

The shelves behind the bar were crenellated with bottles, crystal decanters of liquid amber and jewels. Adam sipped his ginger ale, the condensation from his glass numbing his hand. Around him, people wearing suits that they probably thought of as investments in their careers were waving down the bartender, leaning into one another with casual touches, loosening their ties.

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30
Jul

Dreams come true at the Velvet Rose

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

Infrastructure. It’s all the stuff you don’t think about, the stuff that works until it doesn’t, and then your tube of personal lubricant turns out to be full of toothpaste or you end up knee-deep in chocolate milkshake. That’s not the fun kind of surprise, and it’s not a random example either. I’d had a lively morning, and I was hoping that the afternoon was going to be more on the calm side. At least with the replicator I was working on there was no obvious mess to clean up, though I wouldn’t know for sure until the skeleton key had finished running and I could rummage around inside it and see what it had choked on. It was an older unit, one that I hadn’t had much to do with aside from its monthly service check. A lot of them in Maroon Sector are like that. Not old enough to be historic, like that one over in the Teal heritage district that spits out those weird-ass souvenir apples, perfectly round and shiny like cartoons of themselves. Just solid and unglamorous, a little banged up around the edges, good at getting the job done without a lot of fuss.

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30
Apr

The Reel of Rory McAllister and the Moonlit Man

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)
illustrated by The Druid

Elbow on thigh and chin glumly in palm, Rory gazed into the forest gloom. Behind the cabin, from the new pile of logs that resembled a barn the way a cairn resembled a castle, came a mighty racket as of crockery colliding, and some whoops and laughter. Some of the men were at that stage of drunkenness that found everything amusing.

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26
Feb

What happens next may surprise you

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

1

It’s another Saturday night and you’re tired of lying on the couch crying. Wallowing is officially over, you decide. You grab your headset and jack into the club.

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18
Dec

Always will I ever

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三 )

Beside the bed, on the old steamer trunk Jacob used as a table, Peter’s phone buzzed. Peter noticed it and immediately forgot about it again. He had other things on his mind.

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30
Oct

Run For Your Life

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

Reed hovered in the darkened doorway and wondered why he’d thought it would be a fun idea to spend his day off pissing himself with fear on national TV. The two candles on the mantelpiece cast just enough juddering light that he could see the darker gloom of the bed, against the left wall, and the wardrobe, in the corner. The far wall was entirely concealed by floor-length curtains.

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21
Aug

Off-site team-building

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)
illustrated by Keshi

“I want a ridiculously large soft-serve ice cream cone with sprinkles on it,” Russell said, ticking the list off on his fingers. “I want a button with an ironic pop culture reference that I’ll lose before I get home. I want meat on a stick, and I want something deep-fried.”

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24
Jul

Unlocked

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

Jai let his overnight bag bounce on the bed with a careless jingle of souvenir charms as he darted across the room to the wall of windows. “Will you just look at that. Isn’t it spectacular?”

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20
Jun

The undersampling of success

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

i.

Make empathy great again. Girls just wanna have fundamental rights. The number of people massed on this oval of urban grass and the roads that encircled it must have been larger than the entire population of the town Henry’d grown up in, the signs as varied and colourful as its annual Canada Day parade. A woman’s place is in the resistance. I can’t believe I still have to protest this shit. His favourite was I don’t like this timeline.

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20
Jun

Try to keep it all the year

by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三)

Half-frozen rain ticked against the windowpanes, trailing watery smears and blurring the colours of the traffic lights and gas station neon outside. Inside, everything was dark leather and maroon damask. A real wood fire burned in a real fireplace; candle flames drew sparks of gilt from wine glasses and silverware and sequined holiday dresses. Swags of greenery were hung and heaped in every conceivable location, accented with red ribbons, golden glass balls, striped cones of nuts and frosted fruit, and the inevitable white fairy lights.

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