For the first time in six years, William Bush didn't feel out of place with his uniform coat draped about his shoulders. Not only did the solid, heavy wool keep out the London damp that had descended upon Tabula Rasa along with the scenery, British naval blue also fit perfectly the cobbled streets, and billowing smokestacks, and smokey pubs that ( Read more... )

The changes the usual December change had brought to the island this year were simply amazing. It was fascinating how things that were familiar had changed into something both new and yet still had a sense of their island selves ( Read more... )

When the sky first fell, Belle thought little of it. It was just another object from a roof, just something that was descending to Earth. She had no idea how wrong she was, but the moment impact occurred, she understood that she would forever wish that she had been right. In all her years in the village, she'd disliked Gaston -- hate was a strong ( Read more... )

Marie is surprising herself by how well she's settling into Victorian London. Maybe it's because once she started getting used to the island idea, the notion of all of it going to hell again isn't that much to take in, or maybe it's because being around all these stuffy British people brings out her inner rebel. Or maybe it's just because she's ( Read more... )

Prior always faced the change in weather with dread. One of the blessings of the island was that the climate was overall good for his immune system. He'd had bronchitis on the island once, and pneumonia another time, both during that small window of winter.

And as soon as he saw the real change that the island had undergone - the time period in ( Read more... )

The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12

General RepresentativesShari Cooper ( Read more... )

Seventeen days after reliving those last few hours of the war, I feel the best that I have yet, the closest to myself, again. I just can't believe it took me so long to find something that hits back. It's the biggest resource we have, here- the ocean- and I couldn't see it. I kept looking inside and coming up against walls, but I couldn't beat ( Read more... )

The world has ended.

“Il est mort,” Jean-Louis says, and just like that, Marie could swear she can feel the earth crumbling into dust beneath her feet. Her stomach drops somewhere into her feet, except that it's also trying to leap out of her mouth. She's shaking, she thinks she's going to throw up ( Read more... )