He isn't sure if he can't move or just doesn't want to. He doesn't think about it. Jack simply stares into the ocean, watching the waves lap against each other like they had always done. Tired legs hold for as long as they can, but they, just like everything else these days, give way. Jack drops to his knees and instantly his water soaked jeans ( Read more... )

Mun note: For those of you who don't watch the show, LOST is now doing a narrative that is basically an au of what if the plane never crashed and the passengers' lives were slightly different. I will be using that storyline for some posts and prompts. This will be tagged "flashsideways", and it's up to you guys if you want your character to play in ( Read more... )

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In the midst of the chaos, there were no explosions. No fireworks - only metal and sound. The blaring of the alarm rang in Jack's ears as it flooded his already overwhelmed senses. Again and again the blaring came, piercing into his brain as he attempted to remain alert during the pull from whatever had been released during the drilling. Small and ( Read more... )

It's been years since he's been to an aquarium and he'd forgotten how just how large they are. Jack looked up into the top archway of a tank that seems to envelop the visitors rather than the sea life. Walls curved sideways and overhead and fish of all types swam alongside turtles and eels as if no one had bothered to tell them that they were ( Read more... )

There's a weird smell in my house and I can't figure out what it is or where it's coming from. It smells bad, but not bad enough to run away screaming. It's like... a nagging stink.

I have narrowed down that it's not:
a cat
old cheese
sour milk
dirty clothes, I just did laundry
a random person I don't know about living in my house
BO
Bigfoot
something ( Read more... )

"Jack, I wish you had believed me. JL."

That was what the suicide note said. In the last moments of whatever he called a life, John Locke chose to write to me. I still don't understand why me of all people. I kept the note in my pocket for the longest time, not telling anyone what was on it, or that I'd even received it.

The truth is that I never ( Read more... )

This is one of my old wedding photos. Sometimes it's hard to believe that that was taken years ago. I know that my marriage to Sarah was far from perfect, but lately I've been finding myself missing those times. Is that normal? Sarah's remarried and wants nothing to do with me. I've even lost touch somewhat with Marc who was my best man and used to ( Read more... )

Jack looked up from his sitting position to regard Charlie who was currently holding a Dharma wine bottle, rolling it back and forth from hand to hand. The musician looked more nervous than usual as he bounced on the balls of his feet without speaking.

Lifting his eyebrows expectantly, Jack felt that is he didn't prompt Charlie to speak, they would ( Read more... )

"Where's Fluffy ( Read more... )