Four days after the photo of the chupacabra turned out to be nothing more than a rabid coyote with mange, Felix began talking about UFOs.
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On Ghosts
“I’m so drunk,” Ross says, a smile spreading across his thin lips at the same speed at which his orange-yellow eyes are sliding shut. They’re nearly amber, but I think they’re too saturated with color for that. I only manage to look away once those eyes are pleasantly closed, focusing my gaze on the floor between my feet.
When I was fourteen we moved to the middle of nowhere, Maryland. My mother committed suicide about a year earlier; I was the one to find her. Add in my affinity with ghosts… I couldn’t stay there. I took to spending more nights at friends’ houses than at my own by the time we moved.
After I Win
by Critical Strike illustrated by olukemi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/93135.html) It’s halftime. I can hear my blood pounding in my ears almost loud enough to drown out the screaming crowd and cheerleaders, before the noises dissolve into the halftime show. Coach is patting me on the back, and on some level his words sink into my head, […]
[instrumental]
by Nijiiro Sumi (虹色 墨) illustrated by olukemi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/87843.html) Ryan’s phone played that chirp-chirp-beep-chirp that meant he had a text message. He groaned, thought about ignoring it, then finally decided it might be important enough to grope around on the floor for, given that it was actually reasonably late at night. The guy between […]
Strawberry Fields Forever
by Critical Strike illustrated by olukemi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/78395.html) May 16th, 2006 Seamus made sure to be on time. He had a few stops to make before he met up with Siobhan, and he absolutely refused to be late. With a medium-sized disposable cooler tucked under his arm, Seamus crossed Eighth Avenue and headed into Central […]
Delicious
by Shoe illustrated by olukemi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/72704.html) “Sir, your wine.” The waitress presents the bottle to Emry, then smartly removes the cap. She pours a tasteful blop into his oversized glass. Emry raises the glass to his nose, eyes lighting up as he inhales. A small sip and his eyes are half-closed. He almost forgets […]
Pink Is The Love You Discover
by Critical Strike illustrated by olukemi (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/78806.html) — February 14th, 2008 — Some people had reason to hate Valentine’s Day. Hell, it was just created by the card and chocolate companies to entice people to spend money, profess the love they should be professing all year long, and generally make single people feel like […]
How Not To Exorcise A Demon
by yabamena This story has been removed at the author’s request. Love0