I have been told to be patient, to wait ( Read more... )

The cane that slides against the ice is not my own. It's heavier and bulkier, with a curved hook on one end to serve as a grip. I've paid attention to the warnings -- that the weather would turn cold. That some of the topography and architecture could transform with the coming of December. But as I walk through the snowy streets of a city I do not ( Read more... )

Dated November 15th, 21st, and 24th 2011:
While others of his ilk enjoy a high-flying November, Matt Murdock, the Man Without Fear, finds himself restless, even as he tries to be a comfort to those who can't afford such problems.

[ I, II, and III | On-going | T+]

My skin is greasy from a liberal application of sunscreen. It's a necessary precaution; I've managed to escape a serious burn since I first arrived in paradise from a rainy night in Hell's Kitchen, but only out of due vigilance. The aforementioned sunscreen. Long-sleeve shirts. Pants. Summer suits. My complexion doesn't lend itself to sunbathing. ( Read more... )

It's only a few weeks into the school term and, if Olive were sensible, she'd be studying. Today's a light day, meaning she has plenty of time to do so, if she just buckles down, and it's not like she isn't a focused, disciplined student when she wants to be. Even without these grades contributing to the college applications she won't be writing ( Read more... )

This wasn't the first time Karen had run speed dating, and she had everything down to practically a science by now. She was going to miss watching what sorts of trouble Tony could get himself in, but there were a decent amount of people signed up, enough so that she had to split them down the middle so nobody would be overwhelmed ( Read more... )

I've barely slept since I woke up yesterday morning to the most brilliant sunrise I've seen in recent memory, and realized it wasn't a dream. My sight is not something I've ever longed for, because there's not much sense in pining for the unattainable when there's so much else to do, but on those few occasions it's been returned to me over the ( Read more... )

In all of her sixteen years, Faye Lee had never woken up in an unfamiliar room. Days were meant for adventure, for exploring lands and harbors unknown, for venturing as far as she could with the energy that she had. But in the evenings, Faye would always return home, would always return to the hotel, would always return to the car packed mile-high ( Read more... )

He's trying his damnedest not to think about tomorrow, but Mace is failing ( Read more... )

There's an underwater city to be explored and secured in its entirety, filled with an untold number of dangers and potential resources, and though every fiber in Bucky Barnes' being wants to be down there in the dark, tonight he's outside the house he shares with Jason, overseeing a party instead. It's a silly thing, maybe, to have wanted to pull a ( Read more... )