If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub 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, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

Dated July 2nd, 2009:
Shadow spends his time working out in front of his home and is met with visitors.

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For the occasion, Nessa had baked coconut crumpets. It was an experiment, but she was very glad of the result herself. She brought them to the museum in a folded cotton cloth. All hard work had come to this; a museum, and she thought it quite beautiful. She could already imagine the plants she would suggest Dick to grow there, welcoming the visitor ( Read more... )

Blind date.

Those two words aren't ones that she'd heard in years. Years and years, not until after Terry, before Kyle, and far before Roy. Now, though, it seemed that Donna was, in fact, going on a blind date.

Provided, of course, that she could find something to wear.

Currently, she was tearing through the clothes box, trying to find something ( Read more... )

Maybe it's that Donna's missing home. There's got to be a reason that she's sitting in the rec room, her legs over the arm of the chair she's sitting sideways in as she flips through a comic book. No, not any of the ones that are full of now and unhappy, but the ones that have Alan Scott as the Green Lantern and the world sort of seemed a brighter ( Read more... )

On the whole, he's feeling much better, even if the chickenpox did live a perfect scar between his eyebrows and he's pretty sure he's never going to be able to have honey on toast again. Or oatmeal. Just thinking about it gives him the shudders. Even so, he can still feel that he's been kind of unwell, and, if he's out in the sun too long he can ( Read more... )

The facts were these: at age twenty nine years, eight months and seven hours Charlotte Charles was no better at letting go of people than she had been at age eight. While this was not nearly as great a problem now that she knew the very state of living or dead that both of her parents were in, but that did not eliminate the problem. Living on an ( Read more... )

Perhaps God owes us an explanation...He'd weathered the cheerful mockery of the bookcase on more than one occasion since his arrival. On this day, feeling particularly brave, he waltzed up to the shelves with his most commanding of swaggers, said a little prayer and pulled a volume at random from the shelves ( Read more... )

Dated May 27, 2009: After Donna sees Anne Shirley's son, she finds solace the only place she knows.
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Book spent the night rolling over in his bunk, sleepless and exhausted. He had given up and hiked up to the compound, watching the sun rise through the rec room windows, laying on the couch, reading and hoping for at least some sleep. Just after dawn and a short but blissful nap, he gave up on more sleep, going into the kitchen to start the morning ( Read more... )