Not having to play games with distractions like wind gusts or the smell of great food made this baseball game a little easier compared to the last. Well, sort of -- no matter what was going on, it was hard for Devon to find any faults when he was having fun playing a sport he loved. It helped that his team won, for once. Sure, winning wasn't ( Read more... )

Bobby was nominated for the Island Council, and he wasn't sure whether he ought to thank Sam and Dean or strangle them. It wasn't somethin' he'd ever thought he'd be in the running for, though after thinkin' about it - and decidin' to wait on the initial impulse to decline the nomination - he'd decided it wasn't that bad. He didn't think his ( Read more... )

Pepper couldn't remember the last time she felt so harried. Planning something this large on what was essentially short notice would have been taxing back home, but was all the more difficult on the island, which lacked most of the conveniences that made party planning actually enjoyable ( Read more... )

It wasn't the first time Saffron had woken up expecting to be curled up against someone only to find she was alone in the bed. It probably wasn't the last, either. Right then, though, that didn't matter one rutting bit ( Read more... )

One solid year on the island. It wasn't in Sarah's nature not to count the days -- not out of some desire to escape or obsession fueled by unhappiness, although there were still and often times she wanted to be somewhere else, but because keeping track of such details seemed important ( Read more... )

I woke up today with something nagging at the back of my mind. It stayed with me as I went down to the Compound to shower and get breakfast, but it only hit as I sipped my coffee, and happened to glance at the calendar.

The date. I'd been on the Island a whole year.

I set my coffee down, and stared at the calendar, wide-eyed. A year ago today, I'd ( Read more... )

Between thinking about the baby, the clinics, looking at the possibility of a chicken pox outbreak and the last week of preparation and practice, Devon was glad when game day finally arrived. It brought with it some pretty gusty winds, but it only made things more challenging, and that was what Devon believed everyone should look for when playing a ( Read more... )

On an island where, most of the time, she couldn't find a single sick person, Jill thought that getting drunk was far too easy. Work was next to impossible to come by, but alcohol seemed to be around almost every corner and she circled the rim of her glass with her fingertip as she sat on the patio of the Winchester, glad to have the bar. Without ( Read more... )

Mother made bread when she was upset. I was not upset. I was just making bread. Honest. No, really.

It had been over a month after I'd confused the heck out of poor Bridge, and he'd asked that we stop dating and go back to just being friends. I'd agreed, because... that's what he'd wanted. And if he was happy, I was happy. We were still friends. We ( Read more... )

Dated June 18, 2009: Violet, having been on the island for two days, finally finds her sister - only to find a child instead of a toddler.
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Dated June 26, 2009: While exploring the island, Violet finds a treehouse that bears all the hallmarks of her own handiwork - and meets it's current occupants.
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