There's a transition period every morning around 6 o'clock. Clarke's workday begins to wind down around this time. He prints out status reports on all open projects, searches, and tests. He disposes of all active waste, that is waste that could compromise privacy or safety and there is always waste like this. He notes where he left off on any ( Read more... )

In a room that smells of sex in the apartment where she's staying (her brother-in-law's cousin's or cousin's brother-in-law's or something, he doesn't care) they lay together on a bed with striped sheets and an avocado green comforter. Happy and naked, they're snuggled in a sweaty pile. She absently traces the curve of his bicep, her chin propped ( Read more... )

"The idea was to get away from everything this weekend. She probably doesn't even have her cell phone with her ( Read more... )

She was still there when he woke up ( Read more... )

Clarke had already gone to sleep when Jen left him those three messages. He easily could have rambled on to Heather all night but as time went on his responses and questions became less coherent until he finally concluded that he couldn't reason his way out of this, there was nothing else that could be said. He's very aware that he's inching closer ( Read more... )

This is the wimpiest table ever but I think it's a good place to start. I'm pretty sure I can actually finish it eventually too unlike a 200 hundred prompt table or something. Here goes!

001.Evidence
002. I'm here
003.Funeral
004.Puppy love
005.Gloves

006.Blackboard
007.Magic
009. Clean
010.Secret

011.Superstition
012.Fantasy
013. ( Read more... )