All in all, life was grand for Curt Wild.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. But Curt, now Curt was more than living.

He was actually content with life. While Jaime's disappearance had been unsettling and had made him sullen and withdrawn for a few days, overall Curt was satisfied with life on the ( Read more... )

Who knew if this was actually going to make for any results, but Brian was intent. He didn't care that it was Easter, or that people were doing religious things that he didn't believe in. Right now, he just wanted to have his way and, having his way involved performing again ( Read more... )

The dinosaurs, creatures of great and terrible beauty and tooth withal, had gone by the wayside, and all was as it should be ( Read more... )

This whole being someone else thing? Not working so well for Brian. There were plenty of people running every which-way in the same situation, but that didn't mean he had to be happy where he had landed. The least they could have done would have been to give him someone attractive. Then again, at least he wasn't one of those poor souls who had ( Read more... )

Several moments before she woke up all the way, Samara registered a warmth at her side. Which was strange because she was sure she hadn't crawled into bed with Klaus or anyone else. She'd actually thought she'd been in the hallway ( Read more... )

Continued from here.

Curt forgets about his animosity toward Brian and the they reconcile in a very adult way. Rated NC-17 for adult content and PRSP for pretentious rock star prose. ;)

Four days. 96 hours. 5760 minutes. 345,600 seconds and counting. That is almost exactly how long Owen Harper has been on this "Island". "Tabula Rasa" he heard some freak with a crown call it, some freak with a crown who called himself Edmund bloody Pevensie. Ha! Some blank slate this is. If it were, Gwen really ought to have been civil to him. Not ( Read more... )

As far as the snow was concerned, the Starks should have left it back home. Jaime Lannister was quite weary of walking --or sloshing since it seemed to be melting, thank the Seven-- on through it. Likewise he was tired of heavy coats and meaningless wanderings. Since nothing seemed to please him, the Kingslayer was relying on the change in the ( Read more... )

This Christmas thing? Messed up. Totally and utterly messed up. Christmas had only been a couple of months ago and now, suddenly, it seemed everyone around him was in the cheery holiday mood and Brian had set to hiding from all of it. He did not want to deal with it, see it, or have it shoved in his face. So hiding was definitely the best ( Read more... )

The one duty we owe history is to re-write it ( Read more... )