The summer I was eight years old, I came for the first time...I remember mom in her red dress. Rose tinted glasses, big plastic earrings and a bottle of Nehi in her hand. I remember how she smelled that day, but more than that, I remember the smell of dirt and fresh cut grass. I remember the nervous flutter in my belly, and I remember his smile and ( Read more... )

Although Joe didn't appear to be nervous, he knew Logan could tell that he was anyway, even if he wasn't about to admit it to anyone else. Everything was set up at the stage and he was there doing a quick sound check before anyone else arrived, checking the levels of the microphone and the amps until everything was exactly how he thought he wanted ( Read more... )

She'd messed everything up so badly. It had been a couple of days and she still hadn't been to see Hiro. She'd all but walked out on her home, on Ianto and Banon. Duck had offered to build her a whole new place because Hiro was staying in her little house in the Hamlet, but it wasn't as simple as that. It couldn't be ( Read more... )

Marwood was starting to dig this whole "nature" thing.

Armed with a promising book from the Compound bookshelf (The Complete Arthur Miller), Marwood made his way down the path, fingers tapping against his jeans leg as he walked.  He took a deep lungful of clear air, relishing in the slight, smog-free breeze.  After a few weeks of cold turkey, it was ( Read more... )

The boards Logan made didn't happen over night. Each board took weeks to finish, and a surprising amount of care to get right. Still, Logan had picked up a lot of tricks from watching the other builders and workers on the island, and his newest creation was by far his finest. It curved just right, and the natural stain he'd made from fruit and ( Read more... )

Guy felt good. After waking up, after the first couple of cigarettes and the first three drinks of the day, he was awake and quite all right. And busy. Between the radio shows and interviews, discussions, rhetoric’s class and the ever-continuing work at the winery, boozery and the endearingly pet-named faggery, Guy was rarely without something to ( Read more... )

Once again the island crazy had passed him right by, and honestly, Logan couldn't have been happier about it. He had enough problems with his own life without finding himself shoved into the centre of somebody else's. Really, no one deserved to have Logan Echolls in their body, screwing up their affairs and alienating their friends. And he would do ( Read more... )

After the war was over, Cole had often told people at parties that he'd served in the French Foreign Legion, which an outright lie (though he told the story with such playfulness that he couldn't imagine anyone believed it anyway), even if he did have a number of fancy dress uniforms tucked away in a closet that were fun to trot out on occasion. ( Read more... )

There were things that Donald found he enjoyed a great deal. Simple things, or so he'd say; a game of chess, finding a book he enjoyed on the shelves, an afternoon swim in the heat of the day. All things he found pleasant, that he could have here on the island ( Read more... )

"Why are there three different words for 'one'?" Logan asked, looking completely unimpressed as he glanced down at the small study guide Donald had written out for him. "Unus, una, unum? What the f ( Read more... )