Dated November 7, 2011:
It's not like I'm looking for him. Not really. But after weeks of giving him space, I've had my eye out. I've been wondering, maybe even worrying, since somewhere along the way I started giving a shit.

The best of friends never stay apart for long.

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Dated November 29, 2011:
There wasn't a trace ( Read more... )

Every year, between Guy Fawkes Night and Thanksgiving, there was a holiday that everyone on the island could celebrate despite their cultural background. Tabula Rasa Day might not get the same fanfare as the other two red letter days, but it was well-enjoyed nonetheless because it commemorated the establishment of the community, a new home and a ( Read more... )

NOVEMBER 5, 2011:
A dress is one thing, it's iconic and important, but honestly, how many people are going to remember the flowers a year from now?

In the end, the idea is out of his mouth before he's even properly come up with it.

"Let's jus' do it."More than a year after the idea of marriage first came up and more than six months after their ( Read more... )

Darkness. All was darkness, pressing in on him, pinning him down, threatening to suffocate and smother. What had happened? How did he get here? He had to think back. Had to remember.

Halloween. Of course. What should have been a night of fun and revelry had once again been torn asunder by malevolent forces beyond their control. The toys. ( Read more... )

Cable hadn't won, or tried to win, any prizes in the carnival so, as a consequence, he hadn't spent most of Halloween trying to fend off bloodthirsty stuffed animals that had been foolishly let into his home ( Read more... )

On a long enough timeline, they say, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. This is true in both death and disappearance. We don't know where we go when we leave this place... Whether or not we return home, minds wiped, or if we simply... Vanish. Blink out of existence. After five years, we have no answers... Just best guesses and as many ( Read more... )

Dated September 16, 2011:
"Am I a squirrel," she demanded, loudly, digging her heels into the mattress and trying to scoot herself away from her own tail. It didn't work.

"Jamie, am I a @&*#$%! squirrel."

Jamie and Layla have a quiet morning -- or so Jamie hoped, at any rate.

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There's a fair few people in the rec room. That's not new, and it's not what's freaking me out, and has been pretty much all day. There's always people in here.

The thing is that today most of the people in here are meRewind to this morning, to me getting out of the shower, slipping, and catching myself solidly on the rim of the bathtub. Let's ( Read more... )

Abraham Lincoln was believed to have said that it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Lately, though, it feels my years have been filled with nothing but death... Both physical and metaphorical. Two years ago today, I threw myself off a cliff and hoped to drown... A year ago today I was surrounded by my friends and ( Read more... )

The terrible thing about getting ready to die, Bilbo thought, is that there is really no good way to go about it on short notice. It was all very well to prepare for it in old age, tucked up snug and safe in one's own hobbit hole, but it was quite another to be faced with death on a battlefield where even a magic ring is of little practical use ( Read more... )