Mac was facing off against the clothing box. Again. You'd think that eventually it would have given up, but apparently not. "I am almost positive we've had this conversation before," she said to it, cross-legged in front, pulling clothing down. "Me and thongs are not friends ( Read more... )

Truth be told, I don't remember much of my parents. Oh, I remember certain things. The smell of my mother's perfume, that certain pinched look that my dad would get when I asked, yet again, why I had to wear that damn suit. For the most part, though? I draw up a big blank. Fragments. Images. Wisps of remembering. Okay, scratch the last one. Point ( Read more... )

Mac is bored, but it's the sort of bored she's used to now. The only difference from other boredom is that it's late, that for some reason she can't sleep, so instead of heading to the beach, instead she settles down in the rec room, skimming the bookshelf for something decent to read ( Read more... )

This has got to be damn near the worst day Bill Pardy's ever had. No contest. It was a real test on the nerves. He'd just shot the damn Mayor in the head, brains splattered all over, the whole damn town had gone apeshit, he was covered in blood and muck and God only knew what else, and the smell in the Grant's mansion was bordering right on ( Read more... )

Mac's almost freaked out by how comfortable she is with this place. It isn't ideal, it isn't ever going to be ideal when she has her family and her computer to miss, but she still has grown to like this place, and the people in this place, and just ( Read more... )

It seemed as though odd things were afoot the past weekend. Glenn had hardly bumped into anyone, and it was only Sunday did he read the news that many had fallen ill. It was one of the first tricks of the island he had heard of, and he was glad to see the ones affected were awakening ( Read more... )

Fish.Fish were key. Dean had to find enough bits and pieces of fish in the kitchen to make something gross and spread it between Sam's sheets, then put the rest of it under the bed. Looking over his shoulder, he squinted at the door, then went back to looking for fish heads and fish bones and fish scales - they were on a freaking island! All they ( Read more... )

Capa stood by the shore, listening as waves kissed against the sand and disappeared again, sinking back into the earth, out into the sea. He looked towards the horizon, a view that had graced him time and time again while here on this island, and squinted against the milky sunlight. It would be setting soon ( Read more... )

Barty had gone home to change, and left again immediately. It was the benefit of having a mother who was weak and desperately possessive and a father who was entirely absorbed in conquering politics, which was as worthless a pursuit as one could possibly find. Ministers came and went. Barty was a part of something permanent ( Read more... )

Yes, he had wanted to die. Yes, he had chosen not to heed his mother's warning to leave the woods before the Bacchante arrived. And yet, when he saw the wild, mad, raging women he did not fancy being torn by them simply for the sake of his sex. No. He ran. Ran for a life he had not valued before. A life he had wanted to end and not had the courage ( Read more... )