Pun Books の小説・ストーリー

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

another added with a sneer, "she's finally realized what she really is—garbage sorting through garbage. Like attracts like, after all." Their laughter grew louder, but I kept my focus on the pile in front of me. There. I spotted exactly what I'd been looking for—a length of lightweight titanium alloy that would be perfect for a crossbow frame. "You know what I love about this?" Hughs continued, clearly enjoying himself. "The symbolism. Here she is, literally digging through trash, which is exactly where she belongs in the food chain." "It's poetic justice," one of the bikers agreed. "Finally, someone who knows their place in the world."

he says, his tone completely flat. "No, you're not! Look... I know what I like. I love pussy. I fucked three girls in one night once. I was so obsessed, I practically did things I'm not legal to do before I turned legal. "Sounds like the typical existential crisis of an over-privileged, under-supervised American teenager." "My point is..." He just continues to puff smoke, waiting. "Your point is..." he repeats and my hand fist my hair. He casually stubs his cigarette out in the overflowing ash tray.

* “‘Why do we walk outside at night?’ “Pokka smiled. “‘Is the night frightening? Some lights can only be seen because it is dark.’ “Pokka pointed to the little lantern in Rin’s hand. “‘Now follow the light and see where it leads you.’ “And so Rin followed the path cast by her lantern—” *In this way, Rin finally found her way home.* “Pokka’s little body floated gently toward the window. The flame inside Rin’s lantern went out. “‘We shared so many wonders tonight. I’ll see you again next year.’ “With a soft little thunk, Pokka turned back into a tiny pumpkin.