Hunter wasn't any great cook (not like Deb) but he was pretty sure he could manage to satisfy his current craving. A quick check of the kitchen's contents told him he had everything he needed, so he grabbed supplies and got to work ( Read more... )

Week in and things were still shitty. It didn't help he found out someone else he knew disappeared the same fucking time Desmond did - a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone yet. As it was, he felt like people were fucking pitying him, and he really didn't know how much longer he could deal with that ( Read more... )

The fact that her roommate's birthday was approaching hadn't gone unnoticed. In fact, Clementine kept a pretty close watch on the birthdays of the people she knew. The birthdays that she'd had on the island herself had all turned out pretty shitty so far, passed by without so much as a mention, and for once, when someone she knew turned another ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

Clementine had saved every one of them ( Read more... )

He was gone ( Read more... )

More days, more doldrums ( Read more... )

The last few weeks had stirred up Penny's old desire to run. As settled as she'd become -- which, for all she didn't want to admit it, was very, over the past couple months -- it was like something had rekindled a fire and got her itching for a way out, somewhere to go. She had reasons to stay now, and people to stay for; she wanted to stay, for ( Read more... )

There was a sort of frustration that had descended on Gideon - one that had come to him a day or so before and wasn't leaving. Writer's block sucked, and this one was especially bad, because it was the type where creeping doubts came to mind that the writing was even good. He stared at his notebook, half filled with the shit he wrote, and all he ( Read more... )

Clementine had been in possibly the best mood that she'd been in in fucking months this week. Especially after Monday, when she'd woken up on Doris to a case of hair dyes. Green orange, and pink. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd had pink hair. It had to have been over three years ago. All she remembered was that it had always been a ( Read more... )