by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/91692.html) The first time he met Austin, River was sitting on the curb on 50th Street just past Radio City Music Hall, trying not to puke or have a freaking breakdown or whatever it was he was about to do. Which was embarrassing enough by itself. He’d been there for […]
Tag Archives: Tsukizubon Saruko
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May
We Are More
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/82283.html) May, 1996 The attic was going to be hell. Katie stood in the middle of it, turning a slow circle with her hands on her hips. Old steamer trunks with garment bags stacked up on top of them, cobwebs sealing them to the floor like tape across the door […]
5
Mar
Third Wheel
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/72672.html) “‘Unresolved issues’?” Nicky cackles into his drink, not so much because it’s funny as because he can’t remember the number on the drink, and hell, that makes everything pretty funny. “You sound like my mom’s fucking therapist. ‘Unresolved issues.’ Christ.” The table in Kyle’s “basement” is littered with glasses, […]
16
Oct
Canaan Falls
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) illustrated by wredwrat (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/60769.html) I. The first thing I thought when I saw Bobby Leonard again was that I had never expected to see him old. The Bobbys of the world followed James Dean’s advice, and his example, I guess; they got shot holding up all-night liquor stores by some […]
6
Aug
Fire
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/48291.html) They had been seven, in the beginning, who had come to the desert to battle Fire. Now she was the only one. The rest were dead. Seven was a number of power, a number that looped around and swallowed its own tail, but so, she supposed, was one. The […]
6
Aug
…But You Can’t Take Him Out
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/54118.html) He only noticed the guy was following him after he’d passed Penn Station — around the corner of 36th and 7th. Before that the press of people was so bad that you could’ve been walking in any direction and somebody could be guaranteed to be following you, but when […]
5
May
And That’s the News
by shukyou (主教) and Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/47011.html) [The following is a work half of satire, half of imagination, and entirely of fiction. Any resemblance to actual proper nouns is entirely intentional, though imaginative liberties have been taken with the principal characters to the point of near-unrecognisability. The easily offended, die-hard political junkies of […]
15
Feb
Enlightenment
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/39061.html) The clear sounds of an altercation without his office door drew David’s attention at last from his proofs, and he looked up with a slight frown between his brows. Hard to say what reason there could be for a scuffle and raised voices at four o’clock in the afternoon, […]
8
Aug
Our Lady of the Immaculate Heart
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/21350.html) Christina stepped out of the deathly heat inside the bus into the deathly heat outside it, which was equal if not greater but at least not so stale. It wasn’t a long ride from Fishkill, but both her undershirt and blouse were already sticking to the skin on the […]
7
Jul
The Wolf At The Door
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/17694.html) Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me. –Revelation 3:20 A witch was believed to have animal familiars, or imps, who nourished themselves on […]
22
Dec
Lunch Money
by Tsukizubon Saruko (月図凡然る子) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/8265.html) “What are you doing?” Keitaro was already calling, as he broke into a jog across the parking lot, his furrowed brow sharpening into a full-fledged scowl. “Stop that! Let him go!” At the sound of an adult’s voice the boys broke apart, milling away from the one at the […]
