To Bloom

by Wo Xi Huan (我喜歡) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/70759.html) One day Minnie-chan comes to school looking like a heroin addict. Taro feels a curl of worry settle in his stomach as he watches her lurch over to her seat and slump down, chin to her chest, eyes filmy and sunken. He doesn’t like to see his dearest […]


Falling Action

by Wo Xi Huan (我喜歡) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/60105.html) The trees used to be people. All the little elf children knew this, sang sad songs to ward off their snatching spirits, danced melancholy dances to appease their uneasy souls. The adults would watch and whisper to themselves, hss, hss, and the children would dance. Winters would dash […]



by Wo Xi Huan (我喜歡) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/43763.html) He could hear them walking around, could hear them whispering to each other in whistling, thin voices that made him think of the cold. Cold he knew, cold he could deal with- cold was his first memory. He had lived on a mountain far to the north, so […]


Angora Socks

by Wo Xi Huan (我喜歡) (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/31413.html) There was once, for there is always someone, a boy. The boy grew up in a brood of about twenty-three, thanks to the amazing reproductive capabilities of were-rabbits. Somehow, though, despite his parentage, he was not a were-rabbit, in fact not a were-anything. He was a were-without, really. […]