Shousetsu*BangBang stories
Issue 11: Dress Me Up, Dress Me Down; and Summer Special 2007 -
液体の説得, Buki/Hananbi
Masks and Stockings, Alex/Alice

Issue 12: Kaidan Hyaku Monogatari -
Synaethesia, Sean/Mattheiu

Issue 13 -
The Middle Way, James/Addam

Issue 14: Short Stories -
Car Talk, Gerard/Loren
The World Goes On, Anderson/Hillary, Thomas/Hillary

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Colin Cox was, for all intents and purposes, an average college student. He woke in the mornings after nights of partying, head dull and aching, and dragged himself through his day. In classes, he paid little attention and spent more time drawing in the margins of his notebook, until he chimed back in for some bit of information he supposed might ( Read more... )

July 4London felt clean and old and free compared to Heidelberg and the base Patrick Carter had been living on for the past two years. He stepped out of the gate, past security, rucksack over his shoulder, and felt almost adult-like-seventeen and given nearly free reign to a city he’d never seen before, as long as he was back to his mother’s ( Read more... )

At the turn of the century, there wasn’t much to say for the state of the world. Cars crawled through the ground-kept streets, pried their way through the debris in the streets in the wake of war and impoverished coming-of-ages. The knowledge of the scientist fell to the wayside as the Artificers became the way of the world, as light and wind ( Read more... )

Hey, hey momma, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you grooveIt began with a guitar riff, long and wailing and shrill, winding up and away from the speakers of the stereo, startling the cat right off the bed and out the door, and prompting Jude's mother to come tearing into the room screeching about how he needed to turn that ( Read more... )

Tell me about your despairs, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
- from Mary Oliver's Wild Geese

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"You should come to the reunion."
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Everything could be blamed on the Impala, even if that wasn't true in the slightest and he knew it.

The Impala was not The Impala, but it was as close as three jobs between the two of them had managed to get that was still in their state and still running. It wasn't a '67-a '69, actually, and Gerard got that God was making a joke at them both, ( Read more... )

They always met in a hotel. It was never the same one twice in a row, but Kristina was convinced she'd now been to every hotel in the city, just because they never went to their apartments. That was fine her, anyway. She hated her apartment. The cold came through the cracks, and the radiator didn't always work. When the power went out, she was ( Read more... )

The thing of it was, nobody could explain it in the slightest. She was standing in her kitchen when it happened, said the police reports, staring at the burnt risotto, smelling the electricity in the air, listening to the garbled static of the snow on the television, and that was it. She snapped, or broke down, or something. Nobody heard a sound ( Read more... )

It was dark, and the Earth said, "Sorry. Try again ( Read more... )