Some people complained that the island had nothing to do. Christopher Robin was not one of them. So far he today he had spent the morning doing his homework for Miss Shirley and Mr Davies' classes, and then practised his times tables, which he was quite confident in now all the way through nine times seven. Pooh and Piglet had watched, although ( Read more... )

Anne had not been neglecting any of her duties. She still arrived at the IPD office for each shift that she was expected to, and she was busy preparing her lessons for the opening of the island school. But it was from the garden and the animals that she derived her greatest consolation these days. (As far as her duties went, at least, for her ( Read more... )

It had been a rousing success, as far as Jane would admit. For the whole day, she had spent it hanging the shimmery navy blue gauze from posts about the area in front of the compound, trusting the strange machines of the radio to broadcast music until it was too late, and then, she trusted to the musicians that were in attendance to play. There was ( Read more... )

Not two weeks had gone by since Ray and Horatio had been married, when a tsunami hit and dinosaurs roamed the island like a bad sci-fi movie. Only there were real victims this time ( Read more... )

The past week had been a haze of pain and drugs for Brian--more of the latter than the former, which was just how he liked it. He'd switched from the stronger Percocet to the Vicodin yesterday, because the last thing he wanted was a goddamn opiate addiction, but he sure as fuck wasn't going to suffer in pain when he had a shitload of drugs to ease ( Read more... )

Christopher Robin couldn't sleep. He lay in bed for a while, staring up at the moonlight filtering through the house's roof. Pooh and Piglet curled next to him on the little bed, both looking content ( Read more... )

The calendar Christopher Robin had copied from the one in the compound, mostly so that he could show Piglet his numbers, said January the 18th, drawn in bright red crayon. Early that morning, Pooh said to Piglet that he thought there was something familiar about the day, but couldn't quite put his paw on what it was. Piglet said he didn't know ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the compound at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, newplace. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so instantaneous that it ( Read more... )

Christmas morning wasn't usually like this. In fact, Christmas morning Nick was usually fast asleep after a long (very long, incomprehensibly long) night's work. But the island was a very different place, and called for a very different approach. So Nick woke up with the dawn, dressed in a pair of dark trousers and a warm red sweater he'd found in ( Read more... )

Callahan had hardly known how to react when he'd walked into the church and seen the Christmas decorations. And as more and more people began to wander in, he realized what a fool he'd been to assume there weren't residents here hungry for spirituality, in whatever form. He almost felt the warmth of the place, as cold as it was outside at ( Read more... )