A Tale For George Chauncey

by Bloodsucking Llama (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/69883.html) Charles would have inspired the great European artists of the nineteenth century with his chiseled cheekbones and hair the color of autumn’s fiery gold if it weren’t for his colorless eyes. They were as gray as an industrial city and tended to look upon any open, rural landscape with aching […]


Black And White Photographs

by Bloodsucking Llama (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/53575.html) Clutching the wrinkled, creased, and coffee-ring stained purple flyer, Brent looked up at the Tudorbethan house with raised eyebrows. Mahogany Estate 126, was it? Naturally, Brent had assumed that he would end up in a shoddy, graffiti-embellished district in the middle of the city – that’s where these escapades usually […]


The Prodigal Son

by Bloodsucking Llama (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/43423.html) At the risk of sounding condescending, I must say that my life was once rather admirable. People always said that I had His full, gracious support… that I was somehow favored among mortals. Now, however, I feel estranged from those marvelous years. I feel like a condemned man awaiting the […]



by Bloodsucking Llama (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/40165.html) The fireworks blossomed in the night sky, sparking the darkness with dazzling streams and shimmering showers of glowing colors. The red lights lined along the dock shined vibrantly as customers bought gyutan and glass-bottled sodas or triumphantly held their just won goldfish in plastic bags of water. The salty sea […]