by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 If he saw one fucking bug, he was going to kill himself. One single fucking bug. An ant. Ants were bugs. Weren’t they? Fuck. He was regretting every decision he’d ever made. Everything was moving. The ground was wet. The mud was staining his shoes. Everything was wet. Why […]
Tag Archives: 2013
26
Oct
In the Hand of Khal Keresh
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 On the train from the capital to Reshesk, Demetrius fell asleep, and as he did, he had a dream he did not understand. He dreamed that he was standing in a wooded area, the trees thick around him. It was hard to tell from the dimness if he were […]
24
Feb
The Day After the 655th Time Through the Time Loop
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 Manny woke and something was different. For the first time in a painfully long time, something was different. It was Tuesday. He knew this because it said so on the clock beside the bed, and also it wasn’t his clock. His clock had bright red numbers and no date. […]
25
Aug
Paint the Town Vermillion
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 Well, thought Zero with a sigh as he hopped onto the streetcar, that had been nothing but disappointment. There hadn’t even been any excitement, not a single lie sussed out or promising lead charmed from someone’s reluctant lips. Just a big nothing. Four potential leads, four pairs of eyes […]
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 […]
31
Oct
The Long Dark
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 I scowled at them like I could shoot lasers from my eyes — which I didn’t have the mods for, but they didn’t know that. “Both of you, shut the fuck up.” To their credit, they did. He kept glaring daggers at me, like he was promising that the […]
28
Aug
Good Chemistry
written by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 “Finally,” said Principal Hulme, saying the best word that could be spoken at a teacher inservice day, “our new eleventh-grade Language Arts teacher, Mr. Zachary Hayda.” Zachary stood and gave a shy little wave, then walked over to stand beside the three other new members of the Cooper […]
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 […]
6
Feb
Additional Tags: RPF, First Time, Bandmates to Lovers, OTP
by shukyou illustrated by TOFU+BEAST, Someone Else, The Winter Cynic, Riso, 2013, melanofly you up? No. lol Go to sleep. you first You’re the one who texted me. im bored Then go to sleep. You’ll be less bored if you go to sleep. what if i have boring dreams?? what if im a dentist […]
24
Oct
Prodigals
by Shirozubon Saruko (城図凡然る子) illustrated by 2013 “Bathal vel Vathat super Abrac ruens,” Ben finished, louder, with all the command he could muster. Nervous sweat prickled down his brow, getting into his eyes. “Absor veniens super Aberer.“ Then it was done. And after that… He wouldn’t say appeared, exactly. The chair he’d put in the […]
22
Aug
Walkies
by shukyou (主教) illustrated by 2013 Simon was sure it was the right apartment. It had the right number. His key worked. Tiny was sprawled on his orthopedic bed in the middle of the living room floor. But the man in the blazer and boxers was new. Of course, from the look on his face, […]
25
Jun
The Campsite Rule
The last time he’d seen Mr. Elson, Antoine had been hiding upstairs in his room with Chris, trying to stay the hell out of the way of Chris’ feuding parents. Chris’ older sister, Amber, had been old enough to have her learner’s permit by then, so she’d gotten good at hightailing it out of there as soon as voices started to rise. But Chris and Antoine had been twelve at the time, so the best they’d gotten in terms of escape was how Antoine’s house was all the way across the street. Antoine had gone down the hall to the bathroom, and as he’d passed the window that looked out over the front of the house, he’d seen Mr. Elson with a heavy duffel thrown over his shoulder, stomping down the front walk to the pickup truck out front. That walk had marked — for Antoine too — the end of a lot of things.
