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 […]
Category Archives: Text
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
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 […]
31
Dec
Binselong
by Wasureta Yume (和巣礼田ゆめ) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/326757.html) If you were a traveler, stopping at our outpost for a quick fuel-up or a customs check or any excuse to no longer be on a tin can hurtling through the cold vacuum of space, and you happened to look down a certain alleyway to the Monstrous Ink Body […]
31
Dec
The Very Gay Football Affair
by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/326545.html) Snazzy spy music plays as a villain emerges from the shadows! Before him, his target is cloaked in darkness. The villain fires once, twice, three times. All three bullets are stopped by bulletproof glass that splinters, but does not shatter. Suddenly, light floods the room and there he […]
31
Dec
Gardelunes
by Matsu Kasumi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/327050.html) Paris, May 1629 Ueli held back a sigh and tightened his hold on his halberd as he went with Thomas to replace their comrades. It was their last guarding spot for the day; two hours there and they could report to Lieutenant Stämpfli and then attend to their own business. […]
28
Oct
Narcissus
written and illustrated by Iron Eater (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/319917.html) I can’t give you exact details, but at the time of the original incident I was living at an undisclosed address in the backwoods of Appalachia. It was a beautiful place, nothing but green during the day and deepest, most light-swallowing black at night, with plant life […]
28
Oct
What Friends Are For
by Matao Torakka (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/320195.html) Backstage is generally a rowdy place, particularly once the show is over and no one needs to be sober enough to perform, particularly after a special event like the Halloween show, particularly when regular performances closed six months ago and this is the first time they’ve all played together since. […]
