Time on the island was something of a relative concept, but the calendar said it was July the 4th today, and to Harry that meant only one thing: barbecue time. It'd been an awfully long time since he'd last set foot on American soil, and to him that made it all the more important to keep up with traditions from home. There were enough displaced ( Read more... )

The island was up to its usual tricks, and while Bill empathised with the people who had woken up that morning in someone else's body - he'd been through it, once upon a time - he was relieved he'd been unaffected this go round ( Read more... )

Cassie wakes sprawled on a bed that is not her own, in a body that is not her own, wearing a pair of boxers that are not her own, wrapped round a member that is certainly not her own ( Read more... )

One thing I'd learned in my time on the island was that you could always count on people to lend a hand when you needed it. It had taken most of the day, but working together we'd managed to transform the rec center gym into something straight out of a Fifties flashback ( Read more... )

Mike manages to get about twenty pages read before the headache hits him like a hammer between his eyes, and he has to put the book down. He sits for a while, there against the tree with the afternoon sun on his face, and he tries to let the light coming through his eyelid distract him, form a red world he can sink into.

We are not studying in ( Read more... )

I admit that I am powerless over my addiction ( Read more... )

The kitchen cupboards are always a mess. It doesn't seem to matter how often Cassie arranges them, each time she returns to disarray. It's all right, she supposes, for it gives her something with which to be occupied, and god knows there are never any parties as Cassie's known them to fill her time on the island. And when there are parties... ( Read more... )

With the sun's last rays dwindling in the sky and all manner of friend and volunteer being so wonderfully helpful, Jane believed that New Pemberley was well-equipped for the evening's festivities. She had the loveliest of help from her friends who only deserved the most effusive words of praise for their tasks in helping with chairs, tables, and ( Read more... )

Every time Mamet gets comfortable on the island, the fucking piece of rock throws him a curve ball. In disappearances and deaths and disasters, and a plain green vinyl travel kit on his porch that he recognizes the second he sees it. He knows what it is, it makes the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand up, sweat blooming under his armpits and ( Read more... )

In a week, I'll be twenty-two years old, and I've already gotten married twice. Okay, technically three. I'm a retired hooker, a goddamn business owner, a husband and I guess I'm kind of a father. Okay, more than kind of ( Read more... )