Hunted House

by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)


Jared leapt about a foot in the air, twisting to find the source of the voice. His eyes landed on the shadowy figure silhouetted against a nearby tree, and he sighed, shoulders sagging in relief.

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Silver Lilies

by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)


The Eclipse Festival was a prestigious event, Piper reminded himself determinedly. The colony on the moon was hosting an enormous party to brighten up the dark, and supplying free room, board, and transportation to all their prospective entertainment. An invitation to perform was not the kind of invitation one could just turn down.

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Scotland Shenanigans

by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)


Alex had never bailed on a camping trip in his life. He’d been raised to be the kind to stick it out, no matter how bad things got, and he’d been fully prepared to let Finn sit in the car while he set up the tent by himself in the rain.

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Loren and the Machine

written and illustrated by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/353218.html)

The shop smelled like motor oil from a block away. Pushing the door open, Loren was hit with a wave of exhaust fumes and a grimy gray gloom. Peering into the darkness, she picked her way across the floor to a counter she could barely see under piles of scrap metal.

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Little Vipers Sing

by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/349630.html)

There is no black and white to beauty
The green sneaks in as often as you look
Blue is in the ocean, gold is in my eyes
Locked in a gaze. Did you notice you were on my hook?

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Tent Shenanigans

by Yuriko Toru (百合子 亨)

(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/344183.html)

“I fucking hate camping,” Finn announced, for probably the thirtieth time.

Stretched out on a sleeping bag with his legs crossed at the ankle, Alex sighed, similarly repetitive. “Not my fault it’s snowing,” he pointed out, because clearly the message hadn’t sunk in the first twenty-nine times.

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