by Wasureta Yume (和巣礼田ゆめ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/328719.html) Malcolm Wolke was no chemist. His role at the head office of the Greater Calgran Glass Company had been in sales and distribution. He knew how to price the glass for a hundred windows or a thousand jam-jars, but he hadn’t the faintest idea how the stuff was actually […]
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21
Feb
The Antidote We Make Together
by Iseya Misu (伊勢谷 美寿) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/328972.html) “—and I found Lord Robert’s seventh shoe in the maid’s cupboard, and the last in her fireplace,” I finish reporting, as Madame Gerotte nods and carefully notes down every detail. “Very good,” she replies, closing her ledger with a snap. “Your next assignment is in Lindonton Manor. They’re […]
21
Feb
Stuva
by Hiwaru Kibi (火悪 木美) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/329318.html) 1:05 Minh looked up from his phone just in time to see the man stumbling toward the elevator, trying to manage a narrow box almost as tall as he was, and almost as heavy, from the looks of it. So Minh did the only polite thing and jammed […]
21
Feb
Another pair of hands
by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/329614.html) By the time Daniel got the thing called the bonnet nut unscrewed and the thing called the faucet stem pulled out, his hands were sweating badly enough to slip on the wrench handle. He rubbed his palms on what had been a decent pair of jeans, several months […]
21
Feb
Be Careful What You Fish For
by Aosora Hikaru (青空ヒカル) illustrated by Iseya Misu (伊勢谷 美寿) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/330221.html) Kiran always made time for fishing on the weekends. After a long week of cubicle work and numbers and math, he always looked forward to the placid waters of Lake Huron just outside Harrisville, Michigan. His catches were rare and that was fine; […]
21
Feb
Mimeo Killed the Radio Star
(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/330329.html) Donny had seen the face of Hell, and it was a Gestetner 300-series mimeograph machine. It was, in theory, a simple process, and sitting down to do the dirty work himself was supposed to be far easier than trying to find a print house who’d run a fanzine for anything less than […]
31
Dec
scarf compliments
by seanstartrunning (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/327581.html) Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang Wiki Love0
31
Dec
At your disposal
by Marner (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/323037.html) Read this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang Wiki Love1
31
Dec
Six warm nights at the end of October
by Hyakunichisou 13 (百日草 十三) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/323265.html) Peter heard the crush of van wheels on the gravel of the parking spot just as he was dropping the last handful of cubed zucchini into the pot. He reached over to unlock the back door, and in a moment Duncan creaked the aluminium screen door open, bringing […]
31
Dec
Coming Home
by kiyala (樹夜蘭) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/323416.html) Matt doesn’t think he hates any place more than he hates the airport. The departure gate is its own monster, taunting him with its inevitability, with the loneliness that creeps into his daily life when Adrian is away. He doesn’t even look at the sign pointing in its direction as […]
31
Dec
Hymns of Orogenesis
(mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/324454.html) The weather was wet and sloppy, the sort of skyborne misery halfway between rain and snow that flaunted the worst aspects of each, and if Riaag had been able to have things his way he would’ve been spending his afternoon in a nice, dry tent with his toes thawing out in front of […]
31
Dec
Figs from Thistles
by Dr. Noh (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/325105.html) Owen spent the first night of the Christmas holidays chain smoking in a pub on the outskirts of Oxford. The cigarettes and the beer and the general fug of the place felt like his first taste of reality since the start of the term. He had thought Harrow would prepare […]
31
Dec
Pull Against the Tide
written and illustrated by staringatsuns (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/325809.html) He should have been dead. Tracking down a ship with a wealthy nobleman aboard and luring the poor fool overboard – any merperson was capable of it and Theo was certainly no exception. Land-dwellers would mourn, but no one questioned it if a young man was lured overboard […]
