The Professional Mary-Ann

by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J) See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki. Scotty turned in a circle and gave an appreciative whistle. It echoed back down because the space was so large that sound played tricks. “Wow! Look at this place! What the heck did you do for this guy? This is some […]


Pebbles Are Traditional

written and illustrated by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J) Kouki figured he was young and smitten, and therefore allowed to get drunk and sneak into his potential boyfriend’s room. Douglas would maybe be happy to see him, and they could hash out what they were to each other. It would be great. He ducked behind a […]



Renaissance Makoto J (ルネサンス・真・J) See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki. Hazel looked up at the sign hanging above the door: East St. Louis Pets. Back again, he thought and looked down at the box in his hands with accusation as if the box’s inhabitants had X-ray vision and reason to apologize.  He’d […]


The Very Gay Football Affair

by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/326545.html) Snazzy spy music plays as a villain emerges from the shadows! Before him, his target is cloaked in darkness. The villain fires once, twice, three times. All three bullets are stopped by bulletproof glass that splinters, but does not shatter. Suddenly, light floods the room and there he […]


Hazy Cosmic Jive

by Renaissance Makoto J (ルネサンス・真・J) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/316961.html) The squirrel woke West up at precisely 7:30 AM on a Tuesday (August 18th, to be precise), and informed him that hostile aliens would be arriving in eight days and that it might be wise to leave Los Angeles. Explaining this to the guys at the Jet Propulsion […]



My life changed the night David Copperfield made the Statue of Liberty disappear on TV. I was in my pajamas, sick with strep throat, and I hadn’t left the house in over a week. My throat felt like a ball of steel wool had been shoved into it and left to rust. It hurt to eat. My eyes were dry and scratchy.

But there was Copperfield, larger than life, and that man knew how to do dramatic. So helicopters were circling over the water, bright lights made Liberty glow like daytime, and intense music blared, like in a scary movie. I know I had a fever, and that I tend to hallucinate when I’m sick, so my memory of it isn’t quite right. But here is what I think I saw: There was a pause, like a skipped heartbeat, and then the statue was gone. I thought I’d seen a miracle.


Diamonds in His Pockets

by Renaissance Makoto J (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/293183.html) “It’s a silly tradition, don’t you think?” asked Brighton. Unlike his brothers — who were both blond and solid — he was thin and pale with ink-black hair that fell around his ears. He would be eighteen in six months and that was causing him problems. “And why me? […]


freedom will it capture, and lordship in its own wilderness

It was sunset, and Stellan Gunvor was standing in the desert. He was looking at the brand new fortress of a building that housed what Anson had called ‘the Wilderness.’ The Director, however, had jokingly named the whole structure ‘Area 42’ shortly after the swamp sprang up suddenly in the middle of nowhere. The building had a high, steel-supported glass dome that let the blooming moonlight filter down into the swampy jungle.

Since its first appearance, Stellan had realized that Area 42 held the answers to his problems. He couldn’t get to Anson’s Wilderness, but through some twist of fate, the Wilderness had come to him. Stellan wanted to be inside, so he simply was.



by Renaissance Makoto J. (ルネサンス・真・J) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/109833.html) Thanks to scoured for the beta. — “You’re a sentimental loser,” Brandon said, but he was smiling, blushing, and admiring his hand. He even moved it from side to side to catch the weak afternoon light that filtered in through the trees. “You love it,” Reeve countered. “I […]