by Yamanashi Moe (山梨もえ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/97774.html) “What about this?” Yanzi examines the tunic carefully. It’s deep green, embroidered with tiny, pale blue flowers of indeterminate type. The silk is of good quality. He vaguely remembers receiving it as a birthday present last year from the Minister of Finance, a balding little ass-kisser with horrible taste. […]
Category Archives: Bang*Bang no. 17
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Jan
Warmth
by Kuruki (来木) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/97872.html) My evening starts out like any other. I sit on the bench near the corner of Jackson and Fifth with a group of my friends. This is the only time we can see each other now that school’s out for winter break; our jobs keep us busy all day. Turk […]
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Jan
心也許很小很小世界卻很大很大
(The Heart May be Tiny but the World’s Enormous) by shukyou (主教) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/98514.html) Really, if it hadn’t been for the damn baby, Gong Ji would’ve gotten away with it. Clouds had rolled in and shrouded the heavens, but about an hour previous he’d seen through a thin patch a glimpse of the moon, already […]
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Jan
Looking Outward-Inward
by Hashinaka Choko (橋中蝶子) illustrated by kalong_chan (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/98620.html) A wash of red striped across the canvas: Then a hand, covered to the wrist with splotches of muddled-together paints, came smearing it over, all over, until it mixed in purples and oranges with the color bleeding down the canvas. This girl was a Sunset. It […]
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Jan
Push/Pull
by Daifuku Hoyako (惰猪腹ほや子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/98986.html) The lid of the teapot made the tiniest of rattles as he tipped it. The stream of tea was dark and fragrant, the most solid thing in the whole house. Everything else—curtains, dishes, skinny cat twining around my ankles—was ghost pale, sun bleached, and lacking even the memory of […]
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Jan
Plumbing the Depths of Mystery
Part Five Of A ‘Horrors By Gaslight’ Serial Novel In Sixteen Thrilling Parts! by Roumonte Emi (竜主天 蝦) illustrated by sairobi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/99464.html) 1. Tendrils of fog curled about the guttering gaslamps like leprous fingers; the fetid night air was heavy with salt and damp, this close to the sea. The sea! It suckled at […]
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Jan
Herr Hall
by Togi Kayako (土宜草子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/99677.html) There’s a widower that lives in my neighborhood, and he has two sons. The older one, Andrew, is everything he wants in a kid: tall, blond, muscled, handsome, good at sports, gets all the girls, etc. The younger one is me. I’m a bit below average height, lanky, I’ve […]
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Jan
Pulling Together
by newtypeshadow (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/100031.html) David and Jordan frowned at the moonlit ranch-style cabin they were staying in for the week. It was too dark out to see the mountains beyond. “Why do we have to share a room?” Jordan groused, dragging his suitcase into the house and down to the basement. The room he and […]
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Jan
The Mechanical Turk
by shukyou (主教) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/100336.html) Throughout the entire trip — from the hired cab to the docks, on the ferry across the Channel, through all three days’ worth of train travel across what seemed like half the world, to the last ascent by horse-drawn carriage up into the verdant peaks of the Meček Mountains, right […]
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Jan
Cheesecake and the Art of Political Warfare
by Sakana Sara (魚 サラ) illustrated by haitoku (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/100813.html) [disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people and events is coincidental. …yeah, maybe not so coincidental but at least heavily tinkered with. Hell, most of the main cast isn’t even from Earth in this thing, and the ones who […]
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Jan
The Rabbit and the Wolf
by Eri Mori (絵理燃利) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/100864.html) I first saw him when I was fifteen. I was working as a waiter at my grandfather’s restaurant; a job that had been forced upon me by my parents in an attempt to teach me some responsibility. I hated it at first, but eventually grew to like it–mostly because […]
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Jan
Redux
by Zack (ザックス) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/101179.html) An incessant knocking tore Greg from his sleep, his dreams disappearing like smoke. Groaning into his pillow, he tried to will whoever it was to just go away. It didn’t work. Instead, the pounding on his door turned into a high-pitched ring as the unwanted visitor apparently discovered the doorbell. […]
