The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

This had nothing to do with Guy's recent lies towards Willie. Nothing to do with baiting him into talking to a professional about the war he had been through and the nightmares and trembles he suffered. Guy was, as always, utterly unapologetic about his liberal managment of the truth. No guilt there.

So, that was not the reason Guy had decided to ( Read more... )

Now Daisy's had a whim or two in her life. Call it more than that, she's moved whole cities based on a change in the plan and a con gone wrong, so what's to stop her from changing her mind on an island. Woman's prerogative and all that ( Read more... )

Jane had been most lonely as of recently in such a grand home and with so little noises. Each time Lydia babbled a string of incoherency followed by several words that did make sense, she felt the oddest sense of guilt for making noise in such a hallowed and soft place. It was then that she decided she could have no more of sitting and doing ( Read more... )

"For Mister Dorian Gray ( Read more... )

Oh, sometimes life simply was not fair ( Read more... )

I awake again to the curiously distant heat, for the rooms of the home I stay in stay cool enough, and dark, but the sun is almost something I can smell, growing. It's terribly early, and the hottest part of the day is hours away yet, but I rouse myself and dress, and take up my wig, turning it over in my hands. Keeping it clean is a terrible ( Read more... )

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