by H. Kiyosumi illustrated by baby_pen (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/12088.html) A In the land of A. was an Elven lord whose wife delivered a child during the third hour of the winter solstice, and in accordance with the stars they named this child Anotsu — Well, it’s not my fault you didn’t want to hear about a […]
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14
Feb
The Problem With Puberty
by Tamanegi Amai (玉葱亜麻衣) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/12509.html) THE INITIAL PROBLEM It was at the main gate on the first day of class that Len realized something Very Wrong had happened over the span of several months. He had refused to acknowledge it before, but now…he had no choice but to. Five foot seven. He stared. Five […]
14
Feb
The Singing Moon
by Rei (レイ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/12737.html) Yuan Jei first sees him in a busy teahouse, their eyes meeting over delicate porcelain cups, blue dragons winding a blazing path through white ceramic on the outside, slender green phoenixes tracking an invisible path on the inside, the cool grey of his oolong tea contrasting perfectly with the scalding […]
14
Feb
Just A Tuesday Afternoon
by Ms. C. Mouse (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/13053.html) Eric wasn’t surprised to find the front door ajar and the key in the lock when he returned home from school. His brother Jon was such an airhead. The kid was in 8th grade now, but he couldn’t scrape together enough common sense to take care of himself. Obnoxiously […]
14
Feb
The Son Of Gods
by Mitsui Matsuri (蜜井茉莉) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/13124.html) “My mother used to be human,” said Katashi, one night. Yori blinked slowly, his pale lashes catching the gleam of firelight. “Ah. What is she now?” “A goddess.” “Of course. What was it like?” A scream across the encampment interrupted them — one of the prisoners, Yori surmised, tortured […]
14
Feb
Englewood
by Nara Kagerou (奈良蜻蛉) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/13708.html) He rides the lightrail with me every evening, on the 6:36 train South. He curls into the gray and red striped seat, facing backwards so that he can watch the world fleeing away behind us. He doesn’t notice me. There’s no reason why he should. I blend into the […]
22
Dec
Promise
by Shuua (シューア) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/6490.html) It was a late November evening, and already wreaths hung from streetlamps and a variety of Christmas decorations adorned the window displays of shops. As if to encourage the illusion, snow was falling picturesquely in thick, fluffy flakes. A lone figure made his way through the streets, a muffled crunching […]
22
Dec
Red Coat
by Roselia Grimm (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/6760.html) In the upper part of the town there is a school where all the boys wear red coats. The coats are made of thick wool, crimson and soft, lined with black satin and fastened with grey steel toggles down the front. The boys of the lower town shuffle and mutter […]
22
Dec
Folie à Trois
by Shikagawa Hebiko (鹿皮へび子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/7034.html) Summer school at St P___’s always felt like a bad idea; lazy and yellowed and made forlorn by too much sunlight at ten in the morning, the echoes of the emptier corridors, the sound of other people having fun punting down the river at the end of the football […]
22
Dec
Wires
by Shiretoko (知床) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/7251.html) Joss doesn’t understand why he’s here. He doesn’t understand why he’s walking down these streets, at this hour, smelling of someone else’s blood and dying to drown in the shower. This evening has been unkind to him. His mark was a fighter. Even as wire wound tight around the straining […]
22
Dec
Saturnalia
by Tohsei Suoh (土星 朱) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/7491.html) I spot the redheaded kid as I’m walking home from one of my later classes, and it’s that time of year where it’s four in the afternoon and the sun’s already squatting on the horizon like a fat, rotten tomato about to explode. It’s around four-thirty now. Everything […]
22
Dec
White Rabbits And Black Russians
by Nara Kagerou (奈良蜻蛉) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/7994.html) The wind howled like a symphony of sick dogs trained to sing commercial jingles. Jason slumped into the ski lodge, cursing God, snow and his uncle Errol, for sending him to some god-forsaken corner of the world where they still had fresh-air and blindingly white snow, which usually came […]
