Tail - Chapter 19
Taken in totality the colors present in the room create a postmodern collage worthy of the louvre. it's gorgeous as all life is. but dangerous also. an attempt at reaching the divine, utterly doomed to fail. but what even is the divine?
Maranatha - Chapter XI, as told by Owen Zelazny
William described it as postmodern reclamation of outdated genres through musical violence, but since none of the band are really skilled musicians, the songs we play are really simple and it all ends up being about how forcefully we play.
The Submission Game
Seeto's brown sheets, his postmodern artwork, his small television and books about the history of theatre. all of the things lining his apartment to make the character real. but, despite the curiosity, it still almost offended him.
Rent
A postmodern 'lamp' hangs from the ceiling, reminding jax of wind chimes made of light. the table is full of money. it's straight out of a cliche mobster film - neat stacks of bills forming a ziggarut in bundles of hundreds.
Showdown
postmodern to the point of escher-esque, the elevated lobby consisted of spiraling stairs that went up the walls and across vast empty gulfs, making patterns that required a flexible system of gravitational orientation to utilize properly.
Wires Crossed for Christmas
They weren't actually allowed to mention cameron by name until they passed a security checkpoint, much deeper in the building, past the impressive face of nervavirtual's grand headquarters - a postmodern vista of sweeping steel and glass, irregularly
Someone to Watch Over Me
"i thought we were, uh, postmodern; didn't have to... care about things like that..." this answer, evidently, suited her fine, because then her lips were against mine again, the taste of her mouth suddenly current and maddeningly appealing.
Trav and Tuchi win, they realize fucking's more important (TuchixTrav smutfic)
"What about cuck stuff?" A snort from behind, the lanky sheep not bothering to look up from his computer. "Too mainstream. The normies got to it on twitter and fucked the life out of the word. Lost its punch. You into that?" A shrug from the...
The Boneheap, Part 5: Repercussions and Revelations
I'm sorry you had to waste your time listening to him wallow in his postmodern male guilt or whatever, but there's nothing to it, simple as that.
Calicode: Part 1: Chapters 1-21
"oh, papa's been freaking out," he said heading into the postmodern apartment with designer neutral colored furnishings, "he was waiting at our place and getting momma worried texting her asking if you had messaged her or knew where you were."