Dated January 21st, 2010:
Lloyd helps Jane by offering a willing ear for her problems.

[ HERE | Complete | PG]

Dated February 3rd, 2010:
After deciding to make a go of it with Lipton, Jane comes home to warn Elizabeth that there will be male visitors.

[ HERE | Faded | PG]

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... )

It was winter. The island, like in years before, had changed. With a toy-like train, ginger-bread homes and lights everywhere, the theme this year seemed to be Exorbitance. Clearly whoever or whatever controlled this island wasn't religiously inclined ( Read more... )

October, 2009:
Elizabeth and Hotspur meet for the first time outside of the clinic. She finds herself troubled by how drawn to him she is, and bears him troubling news of her own.

[ HERE | In Progress | PG-13]

Days it had been now, and though Henry Percy had certainly heard a good deal about this place, he had yet to see much of it at all. Even the trip from the beach to the clinic, and one clinic to the other, had passed almost in a daze, contrary to how excruciating the rest of the time had been. He had never been one prone to lying still, to spending ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful day on the island. The sun was shining. the pond sparkled, the very waterfall that tumbled into the pool shimmered in heat and in the rays of the sun. All in all, William Bush found this to be a perfectly terrible day to risk killing himself attempting to do something that, in his mind, no man should ever think necessary to learn ( Read more... )

It was quite incredible to Jane that her child was all of two years old upon this date. It did seem like only yesterday that she had given birth to the little girl within her arms (the scratching, impetuous, discontent young girl as she was still suffering from the dreadful itch of the pox). Thinking of Lydia's birthday did bring Jane dual emotions ( Read more... )

I do not know if I run from ghosts or after them. My walks grow stagnant and always lead away, circle about the crossroads where the head was found and the block remains. I know it is there, for I have dared twice since to look upon it, and though the visible stain of the queen's blood is gone from the dirt and absorbed into the bitter wet brown ( Read more... )

It is with the strangest sense of freedom I walk the trails of the jungle island today. The air is not so thick with its usual moisture and is cooler given the recent rain, this brief reprieve from which I have decided to take make full opportunity of, and the sun, which already fights the thin and gently rolling cloud cover is fully tamed by that ( Read more... )

Davos was not having a great year, all told. It was hardly on the scale of the year the red woman came to Dragonstone and he'd fought in that terrible mess at the Blackwater but it certainly could have gone better for him. The news that he had been heading to his death before he had been brought to the isle of Tabula Rasa had shook him badly and ( Read more... )