by juou no zan (女王のザン) When General Nateno decided they were going to invade Kepprala, Haran was excited. He’d never been that far east, since he wasn’t a strong enough fighter or a sneaky enough spy to be sent out of the grasslands on his own. When General Nateno decided they were going to settle […]
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29
Oct
Mother’s Daughter
by Suzuran illustrated by Лусхүү (Luskhuu) It felt like falling, at first. It felt like a sudden shift in angle, and gravity pulling him down, but there was no ground for him to hit, nothing to break the fall. It felt like an inexorable sinking, like some endless elevator, and then, just as suddenly, he […]
29
Oct
Sour Grapes
by Arbitrary Delight That the investor conference took place in Niagara Falls was better than the middle of nowhere, but just barely because Niagara Falls was the cheap Vegas of Canada. Hart would never have gotten to go if his boss wasn’t Zimmerman, Director of the Finance Department. He was lucky to be his secretary […]
29
Oct
Jolene, Jolene
written and illustrated by Iron Eater There was something wrong with Robert and Molly simply couldn’t figure out what. She was with him, always, because that was one of the terms of their agreement, but usually she was able to keep out of his life when he was out of the house, because that was […]
3
Sep
Prospective Participants for Bang*Bang 105
This is a signup for the October 30 issue; the text deadline for the issue is Tuesday, October 17 and the art deadline is Saturday, October 28. Please reply to this post if you plan to submit a story or artwork for this issue, indicating whether you are interested in contributing to the issue as an author and/or artist, and […]
28
Aug
A World Made Up of Silver and Copper
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 “What in Hell’s name happened to you?” Ram asked, or tried to ask, because his mouth had several orange slices in it. It was not the right time of year for oranges, and they were still slightly green and sour, but to Ram’s way of thinking, out-of-season oranges were […]
27
Aug
Make It Worse
by Suzuran illustrated by melanofly camalam [22:43:46] hey daddy u up JamieMcKenzie [22:55:28] I’ve asked you not to call me that. camalam [22:55:52] right, right, sorry. lemme try again good evening, mr. mckenzie. i hope your night has been pleasant u up JamieMcKenzie [22:59:01] You’re such a brat. camalam [23:02:40] and yet you trust me […]
27
Aug
Nothing But An Unassuming Valet
by Kit Miller Spokehamshire, England. 9th of September 1885 The twenty-seventh birthday of Lord David Prevost, only child of the Lord Jesse Prevost, the Earl of Spokeham, was the most anticipated event of the season. The manour’s ballroom was packed to the rafters with guests milling about, drinking champagne, laughing, and dancing. Lord David himself […]
27
Aug
All’s Fair in Love and Taxes
by stills “I don’t get it. Your dad isn’t really the miserly type. I mean he’s not going around clipping coupons and under-tipping at restaurants.” Max made a barely audible noise of assent. He was looking out the window at the vineyards and orchards sweeping past, over-long blond bangs whipping in his eyes. “He’s not […]
27
Aug
Smells Like Teen Spirit
by H.P. Lovecock illustrated by melanofly Why am I so nervous? THURSDAY This is where I’m supposed to be. I got here with hard work, dedication, skill and sure, maybe a little bit of bizarre luck and timing. But I’m going to show everyone who helped me get here–my trainers, my F3 team, the team […]
27
Aug
To Hone High and Low
written and illustrated by Greta Cabrel For most of her life, Li-Chen has enjoyed being a science teacher in fact as well as theory. She has a knack for communicating how things work, especially to kids, and it’s a thrill to coax the ones who start out thinking they’re stupid into slaying the silly standardized […]
27
Aug
When Skies Are Gray
by Cowboy Rider The tongue plundering Samson’s mouth was making it hard to think. Being here was moronic. All of it was, really: Agreeing to help Elroy sneak his way into a high-class society ball to meet his prospective mate, as Elroy might technically belong here, heir to his influential pack’s head council seat, but […]
27
Aug
Ursa Minor
by spitkitten London, 1929 Bron dashed across St. James’s Street, slipped between the bumper of a Daimler and an idling taxicab, and splashed through the gutter, badly soaking his socks. Time to go straight, he thought. Past time, in fact. The time to go straight would have been before whoever was following him had found […]
