Strangers and Candy

Where am I? Do I even care? I’ve been driving around for these last couple of hours. Heh. Waste of gas money. Don’t care. I have work in four hours. Don’t care. I don’t care because anything is better than being home right now.

I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t even want to watch my horror flicks. I didn’t want to wake up alone for another bone-grinding day of work. I’m tired of being responsible. It means nothing more than living paycheck-to-paycheck. Maybe if I had hadn’t fucked up everything, maybe if I had gone to school – ah, fuck it, I’m tired of thinking, too.


Advance to Go

I lost my virginity on the bus on the way to work, getting felt up by this kid dressed a lot like Crocadile from One Piece. Okay, so maybe his coat and my work apron helped cover things up a bit, but it wasn’t hard to figure out what his hands were doing under there if you were paying attention. Not that anyone was paying attention, because, well, it’s the bus. Strangers forced into close space tend ignore each other and keep their AT fields up. So I suppose existenial angst is good for something after all…

Anyway, after he makes me come in my pants, he asks me if I come here often (no, seriously, he did) and he hands me a card with his number on it. It’s one of those community chest cards from Monopoly – advance to go – and that’s when I remembered that I missed my stop for work.

I haven’t seen him since then, and I’ve been trying to figure out if I should call him.


A Fine And Public Place

Even if I could fly, even if I could teleport, even if I could be carried on a litter by a retinue of oil-slicked, muscled, and shirtless men, even if I could afford a car, I’d still prefer to ride the bus.


Parasite Adam

by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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Adam liked Carpenter because he had a first name that should have been a last name; because he wore rimless glasses; because he raised his hand a lot and never said anything stupid, and when he spoke he said a lot of words Adam had to look up in the library’s big red dictionary later, words like “paradigm” and “juxtaposition”. Carpenter did more to help Adam’s grades in English class than a tutor ever could.

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Secret Life

by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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Nighthawk stares at the monitors on the walls, the brightest things in a dark room of wires and gears. The drone of electronics, the click and clack of cogs and the hiss of steam resonate through the air. The screens display the names and medical statistics of every member of the Young Justicars – Sylph, Blazes, Android, Bestial, and The Jackal’s Daughter – except for him. The screens flicker and a smaller screen displays the microscopic machines coursing through his teammates’ veins.

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by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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Jeremiah wakes up to a mouth crushed against his. A hand runs up his neck, gently squeezing his jaw open with thumb and forefinger. The kisses are just the way he likes them best: mouth open, but not gaping, with just enough tongue running along the inside of his mouth.

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The Heart Eater’s Children

by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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(Takes place in the same world as “Jhaellyn’s Bargain”)

Faerith, goddess of subtlety, forethought, and tactics, betrayed her lover Jhaellyn during his 20- year absence in Gaaresh’s service. She maintained that Jhaellyn had abandoned the elven race, even going so far as to claim he had sided with Gaaresh against the elves. She was quickly appointed to lead the elves for her great wisdom and intellect.

She encouraged the elves to develop their martial and magical skills over poetry, song, artisan crafts, and the natural and spiritual philosophies. The majority of the race developed into a crude and warlike people only slightly more sophisticated than their orc foes. Those that lacked cruelty, questioned Faerith’s leadership, or doubted Jhaellyn’s betrayal were quickly and quietly disposed of.

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Jhaellyn’s Bargain

by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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(Takes place in the same world as “The Heart Eater’s Children”)

Amirel should have known not to try sneaking into the orc encampment.

An elf, Amirel was naturally agile and stealthy. The orcs were chatting excitedly from the rush of combat, their stolen goods noisy as they marched. His eyes adjusted easily in starlight, but the treetops obscured his vision as he stalked his foes.

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by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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Odd noises were coming from the supply closet. Hannah could have expected to hear the clinking of test tubes, the moving the clunky microscopes, or Mr. Stevens muttering to himself a bit too loudly when he thought all the students had left. A decidedly feminine moan that made Hannah’s throat tighten was not normal or appropriate.

Hannah had arrived early to study for her Honors Chemistry exam later that morning. She had studied the night before, of course, and many nights before that like every good student should, but it never hurt to touch on everything one last time. She could have studied at home, in the library, or the school’s vacant cafeteria, but today she had decided to be surrounded by her subject.

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Doggy In The Window

by Usagi Anami (兎あなみ)

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He was a Siberian husky, purebred and very expensive, although he did not know it. When he saw his reflection, he could not see that his eyes were blue. When the storeowner fed him or changed his water or tried to pitch him to a potential customer he would simply call the dog “the Siberian”.

The Siberian was a very special kind of pet to have, a novelty and a fine conversation piece, if you could afford him. He was born from a small line of fauna subjected to an ancient magic that transformed dumb beasts into something between them and men. Called “therians” by arcane experts and “manimals” by lay men, they possessed the arms and legs and hands of men, as well as their sentient mind.

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