Navid Arash Taraghijah: Still Life With Chair (I-XXV)

“I think it’d be good for you to start painting again.”

Navid didn’t answer, keeping his eyes fixed instead out the window. It was raining hard now, and the wind pushed the drops nearly sideways into the glass, giving a view of the grounds as though from behind a waterfall, everything distorted and distant. The IV in the back of his hand itched; he didn’t like it there, but Dr. Lin had told him after he’d pulled out the last one that it’d be a good idea to give the vein in his elbow some time to heal. Everyone in the clinic had lots of good ideas to share.


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 […]


Tangled Web

by Shoe (おもり) illustrated by haitoku (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/76709.html) Toren stared at his knees. There wasn’t much else he could see from here, besides dirt and brush. The men were joking with each other about what they were going to do with the ransom money. He chewed a little on the ball of cloth in his […]