For a little while after I wake up, I figure I'm imagining most of this stuff, so it doesn't bother me the way showing up in that supply closet on the island did. The room - the entire little apartment - isn't too different from the place I had yesterday, except that the bathroom is worse and there's a kitchen I don't know how to use and it's an ( Read more... )

It's been two days, and she's thought of little else. As far as Carla Jean is concerned, that's only to be expected, of course, anything else seemingly impossible, or at least far beyond her capabilities, but that doesn't make the truth of it, weighing persistently on her mind, any less easier to stomach. To find out that she's been here before, ( Read more... )

Dated November 28, 2011:
Carla Jean swallows hard, teeth pressing to her lower lip unbidden. It's as much of a show of emotion as she wants to allow herself - that, and the faint clattering of her wedding ring against the ceramic mug when her hands start to tremble - but even that is more difficult than it ought to be when she feels suddenly like ( Read more... )

Dated November 27, 2011:
Harley claims he never dreams, but he still wakes up disoriented and dazed. Wandering the beach, he is met by Carla Jean, who unwittingly helps pull him out of the fog a little.

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It should've been a normal fucking day.

We were all owed a normal fucking day, and it kind of seemed like it would be one at first. Deceptively quiet when I got the girls in their costumes, which they insisted on wearing from the moment they woke up. Mack in her Wicked Witch costume and Flo as Glinda the Good Witch, I'd agreed to go as the Tin ( Read more... )

One would be forgiven for not thinking Charles Xavier particularly athletic for two reasons. The first is expectation: his reputation among those he's met on this island is that of a bald, wheelchair bound patriarch, an old man. The second is reality: from the way he holds himself down to the way he dresses, Charles bears the mark of his profession ( Read more... )

The first time my dad took me hunting, I was a kid, still a few years off from double digits. It's not like I didn't know where meat came from, but I guess back then I still figured even the stuff my dad brought home was pretty much the same as the packaged meat my mom got at the store in its pink styrofoam and cling wrap. I knew it came from ( Read more... )

( Cut for length. )

Lyla had never seen snow ( Read more... )

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The notice was satisfactory only.  It communicated what Briony needed to ( Read more... )