Come As You Are

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) illustrated by melanofly another round of Smells Like Teen Spirit Why is Ben so nervous? THURSDAY The cityscape glimmers and winks past him outside the car window. The misty night refracts light strangely and blurs the details of East Melbourne’s Victorian edifices: flashes of parkland green painted gold in modern LED […]


Smells Like Teen Spirit

by H.P. Lovecock illustrated by melanofly Why am I so nervous? THURSDAY This is where I’m supposed to be. I got here with hard work, dedication, skill and sure, maybe a little bit of bizarre luck and timing. But I’m going to show everyone who helped me get here–my trainers, my F3 team, the team […]


How to Write Haiku

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) illustrated by TOFU+BEAST Tai doesn’t look at himself in the mirror as he gets dressed. “Firefly flickers…” he murmurs to himself, seeing how the words feel as his mouth forms them. He lopes over to his laptop, pants half up his legs, shirt pulled over his head, but he hasn’t gotten […]


The Mysterious Moth-Boy: City Lights

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) illustrated by Sly Sketcher Moth-Boy #1: The Moth Takes Wing “And now, in local news: a group of construction workers were saved by an eccentric costumed crime-fighter in an incident that is being investigated as sabotage. “Workers at 1 Progress Place were trapped on the upper floors of the development last […]


Obsidian Devil and the Dead Man’s Hand

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) illustrated by beili New Mexico Territory, 1859 I’d rolled into Last Ditch three days back, horseless and little more than a rucksack and the rags on my back. A sole free man wasn’t unheard of in these parts, but the more downtrodden I appeared the better. I assumed Slick Sam and […]


Palindrome International

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/353310.html) Let’s do a thought experiment: say you had a button that caused simulated pain. Sort of like the Milgram experiment, but in a different context. Let’s say you have four pixels on a screen in front of you, and whenever you press the button a tiny speech bubble pops […]



by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/349962.html) In my village, the elders tell a story of what was and what is to come. Long ago, the people of the Warlord Lands emerged from the depths of hell and invaded the Kingdom of the Sacred Mountains. They wore armour imbued with the spirits of evil demons and […]


Rites of the Witch Boy

by H.P. Lovecock (力。下。愛ちんちん) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/343090.html) “I can’t quite describe what I saw that night on All Hallow’s Eve, it was something so marvelous and terrible and unspeakable. The more I focus on it the more something in my mind seems to push back against it, like some force outside of my mind doesn’t want […]