Roger winced as the sun hit his skin, hand immediately going to shield his eyes. He had to have been outside since he was admitted... Jesus, over a month ago, but right then, he didn't remember. The island smell grabbed hold of him, seized him by more than just the one sense and he tipped his head back, eyes closed, bathing himself in the ( Read more... )

4 a.m, Alphabet City ( Read more... )

There were only days to the masked ball, and Lucy was rather busy preparing herself. She'd packed away paints and glue and brushes from her art supplies, carrying them up to the compound and settling herself in the compound. She'd some tanned hides, and scraps of canvas, leaves and feathers she'd gathered, plus interesting bits of fabric all laid ( Read more... )

Guy didn’t often seek out Donald. Things were better between them, but by no means ideal. One hesitates even to use the term ‘better’. Donald still made little sense to him, annoyed him, and he still felt that being in the older spy’s vicinity required walking on eggshells. And anyone who knew Guy would know that the ability to walk on eggshells ( Read more... )

It's a lazy Sunday, Scott thinks, but it's a funny thought when all the days blur together and there's no routine to begin with. Regardless, though, he's decided not to work on the furniture he's been putting together, which so far includes a finished table waiting to be stained and the humble beginnings of a bed frame. So far nobody's asked Lisey ( Read more... )

Well, at least that was one thing Frank could agree about with Richard. Olive really was kicking ass.

Laughing again in disbelief, he pumped his fist in the air, Dwayne and Sheryl and some grizzly biker keeping up the enthusiastic clapping. The Official was somewhere off stage yelling at anyone who would listen, damn near to yanking out her ( Read more... )

Everything hurts.

Everything hurts, and there's just nothing she could have been doing last night to deserve feeling this run-down. Alex, waking up, groans into her pillow and rolls over, still hugging it to her face -- she must be coming down with something, she thinks, is that not just entirely her luck, she was fine yesterday -- and then ( Read more... )

For once, numbness wasn't setting in on its own. Two joints and a swig from a jug of moonshine long-ago commandeered from someplace or another, Roger was still feeling the guilt, the misery, the deep hurt. Fights with April had been either inconsequential or incoherent (especially the latter, toward the end), fights with Mark were... explosive, ( Read more... )

As if this stupid island wasn't bad enough on its own, with all the sun and bugs and filthy sand, and sin and immorality everywhere you looked. With Dwight gone, and now her best friend Pam gone too, Angela had just about had it with this place ( Read more... )

Delirium still missed Bob. Her mornings consisted of waking up and reaching out for him sleepily only to realise that he wasn’t there and then she would cry into her pillow. Burying her head against the mattress until it was time for her to stop crying and maybe talk to Rob or Catherine or Abby if she visited. And then Del would lie in her bed and ( Read more... )