Frogs ( Read more... )

She woke when she rolled right off her crappy bed and hit the floor. She stayed there for a moment, staring up at the roof. Well. That was usually how those dreams ended, with her frustrated, rolling off the bed, and then wham. Lam sighed and rummaged for something that didn't look boring.

( Business )

She'd made coffee and put it in its pot where it would stay warm, got out the cups, washed them, and settled down to read for awhile. Austen had wandered over after a few minutes of attacking a pair of socks, the folded socks in her mouth as she mewed around them and then shoved them in Lam's face. It was obvious that reading wasn't going to work ( Read more... )

They had to move. They had to run, but they'd been running and running. She couldn't see it, not really, but she could hear it. The howl came from everywhere at once. Not behind, or to the left, but everywhere. It filled the air and she turned to grab at Daniel. He was gone. She reached for Sam...and was left with an arm. Teal'c turned ( Read more... )

[[Music inspired by: Bear McCreary's Violence & Variations]]

She was restless to the point where it was getting on her nerves and making her jittery as hell. When she woke, Lam packed herself a lunch, put on a swim suit, tossed on a cover-up, and went walking. She hadn’t worn sandals since she was about five, but they were simple and the box had ( Read more... )

[[Courtesy of: Joseph Arthur; A Smile That Explodes]]

The stars were spinning.

Or the sky was. It wasn’t a half bad sky tonight, bright and clear, and when the sun was finally dead, the spaces between were ink black. The small jug of moonshine she had beside her was half-dead and the stars fuzzed as she squinted at them. She’d been tired of ( Read more... )

Title taken from T.S. Elliot’s Rhapsody on a Windy Night

Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions

Carolyn wasn’t sure why she was running, whether she was running to something, away from it or simply both, but she’d been jogging the paths since early afternoon. She had one of her backpacks on, the one ( Read more... )

She'd been up early, busy making a breakfast that wasn't for herself.  She'd made scrambled eggs, sweet corn pancakes, and a small blueberry tart, along with coffee and managed to get it (covered and protected from the cold) back to New Atlantis long enough to grab the origami box she'd made (it had been fun to fold and almost resembled the whoosh ( Read more... )

She’d finished washing the sheets, the pillows (and their cases), the light comforter she was sure she wasn’t going to need, three pairs of jeans two shirts, a jumble of white socks (three were blue striped, so not technically white), and two sets of scrubs one of which was medical-tv-green, and the other a dulle blue-gray. Lam tossed her ( Read more... )