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Category Archives: Bang*Bang no. 96
24
Apr
All This Damn Gravity
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 The date had been marked on Zoey’s calendar for … well, it’d been a while, actually; orbits were predictable like that. But for the last seventeen trips around the moon, she’d been counting down with bated breath, going to bed every night with the quiet excitement of knowing that […]
24
Apr
Delineation
by Etienne Telling illustrated by The Winter Cynic “It feels like another world up here,” Geoff says as he looks out the window and the trees blurring past as they drive: twisted spindly pines, old oaks, and white flashes of birch. Even the soil changes; the grass on the side of the road gives way […]
24
Apr
I know you don’t really mean it
by A. Nellsechs The telegram reaches Everson when he’s in his stained glass studio. He wipes the sweat from his brow and then from his hands before he reaches out to take it. It’s an address and nothing more, which would be suspicious to any other recipient, but this isn’t the first time Everson has […]
24
Apr
The Petit Allegro
by stills The shipboard computer booted up with a whirring whine. Cascading functions executed themselves, slowly at first and then gaining speed as the processors warmed up. Diagnostics, inventory, memory. The captain’s keycode and biometrics were familiar. Captain Lucas Graham leaned against the console and grinned in the general direction of the main interface screen. […]
24
Apr
Our Bodies, Our Scales
by juou no zan (女王のザン) Eddie had been having a feeling that something was wrong on their walk for a few minutes now. They might have said the hair on the back of their neck or arms was standing up, if they had hair there. As it was, their scales felt like they didn’t […]
24
Apr
Bleed Me Dry
by Togi Kayako (土宜草子) From a distance, the Vessel of the Goddess looked proper fancy. The afternoon sunshine turned her white robe and tall headpiece into a beacon as she wound her way through the tilled fields.. It wasn’t that glow, nor the shine of all the bits of metal and glass she was weighted […]
24
Apr
oh Charlie Harper we love you get up
by spitkitten It’s unfair, Charlie thinks, how handsome Mitchell Shaw is. Unfair, unjust, unnecessary. It’s the kind of handsomeness that sort of hurts Charlie’s feelings, actually: It wounds his professional pride. Mitchell Shaw — please, call me Mitchell — is not an actor. He has no need to be that tall, or to be that […]
