The same flap of wood had been driving Freddy batshit for the better part of two weeks now. It was nothing more than a loose... thing, on the hut. He wasn't exactly sure what the technical term was in the overall structure, just that while usually stationary and harmless but whenever the wind picked up it would get caught and thwapthwapthwap until ( Read more... )

Dated March 14th, 2009:
Diane's birthday comes a little earlier than expected, and she and Lionel celebrate over breakfast - truly, this time, having something to celebrate over.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG]

Saffron had never owned a pet. She remembered wanting one when she'd been younger, a pretty little cat in a shop window that had practically begged to come home with her - or at least that's what it had seemed like to Saffron, back when she was young and innocent and her real name was still what she answered to. But her parents had said no, and ( Read more... )

He was gone ( Read more... )

Nita had always had an affinity for plants; she'd gotten her first wand from the climbing tree in her back yard, had carefully stripped the bark and left it to soak up moonlight ( Read more... )

When she woke that morning, she found a box waiting for her just by the bed. Wrapped in festive silver paper and done up in a shiny red bow, and immediately she wanted to toss it off a fucking cliff. She'd missed Christmas at home, she'd thought at the time that she wanted nothing more, but Louise and Jean Pierre were dead, everyone was dead, and ( Read more... )

Kirk could sleep through all kinds'a weather. Rain, hail, snow, thunder, lightnin', you name it - he probably been unconscious in it. Came wit' the territory o' bein' an army vet, you either learned to sleep over the sound o' gunfire an' explosions or you went crazy and ran out into it ( Read more... )

Elphaba didn't like to take up space that others might need so she'd taken the brightly colored magazines that the bookshelf had reluctantly given up to a patch of floor near the wall. There she industrially began to snip out all the purest shades, blues and reds and golds and greens. Lush violets and sunny oranges. All the things that winter ( Read more... )

Thomasina had, in a word, had enough. The constant warmth of the island had taken some getting used to, it was true, but after a fashion she had made her dressing gown from home and the few proper dresses that the box had given up suffice. It had helped, of course, that her room in the compound remained cool no matter what the weather, and that ( Read more... )

There were certain times in her life that Sarah Jane Smith just needed desperately to escape ( Read more... )