Huey Freeman was back on his soapbox again.

But this time, he wasn't fighting against Black oppression or consumerism, criticizing the Council, or even the clinic for employing a doctor who was known to be a drug addict (Yes, he'd seen an episode or two of House. His Grandad had turned to it a few times because Omar Epps was in it. Needless to say ( Read more... )

"It looks bigger than last time we were here," said Wednesday, standing next to Samara and staring at the abandoned hut, so far from civilization as they knew it. "Haunted houses grow on their own, you know. Like people ( Read more... )

Isabel had been cooking and baking nonstop for what felt like days. Of course, it really hadn't been, but staying in one spot doing the same thing over and over again tended to feel like an eternity. Thank God there were other people helping her get ready for the Saturnalia meal and the festivities in general ( Read more... )

If this was a vacation, and despite the fact that Nick had been keeping himself busy with his old occupations it really seemed to be, then Nick was going to do some of the things he always wished he had more time for. He'd already read a book, toasted his feet by the fire and been introduced to a remarkable device known as a television set, but not ( Read more... )

The Tabula Rasa Day festivities were set up to Angela's satisfaction. Finally, after several days of very hard work by her and the Party Planning Committee, which really had a lot more potential than the one she had headed up in Scranton. At least these people tried ( Read more... )

The thing was, Ray loved his folks. Sure, there'd been some rough patches, mostly with his dad and the whole becoming a cop thing, but he loved them. And that Franklin thing, that wasn't meant to be permanent. It was an adventure, a vacation, whatever, but Ray figured if he didn't die out there in a blizzard or an ice crevasse that he'd see his ( Read more... )

When a person had something important to say, something that really needed to be heard, they needed a soapbox. It was just how things went ( Read more... )

Though Anne was not giving a speech herself this time, she did take on the task of opening the afternoon of speeches, one of her last duties as a member of the Island Council. In fact, it was because she was not running in the election this time that made her quite well suited to this particular task ( Read more... )

You know, there are some nice things to be said for living on your own in a hut in the Hidden Hamlet. Aside from the cheesy as hell name, and the sometimes cheesy as hell neighbors (Anne of Avonlea and the little fucking mermaid are fucking next door? What the fuck is that shit?), it's nice. Cozy, quiet, and mercifully lacking in one George Lass ( Read more... )

They say the heat makes people crazy ( Read more... )