The day it had happened (that is, the day her house had been destroyed by a man who'd called himself a hero, and wasn't that just a familiar turn of phrase?), Daphne had ran. She'd ran until she physically couldn't, until her legs had finally given out, and she was forced to her knees in the middle of the jungle, gasping for air that wouldn't come ( Read more... )

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Though she had gone into things today with an open mind, Wanda's love/hate relationship with the bookshelf was strongly leaning towards the latter half of that equation at the moment. One would think that after so long, she'd have learned to just put any questionable materials back where she found them before they had the chance to completely mess ( Read more... )

Dated 24 December, 2009:
Meg & Lucy ride a train and the whole thing is a lot less like a Beckett play than the situation might indicate.

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Logically speaking, this should no longer be a time when her heart hurts ( Read more... )

It's nearly been a week since Moira arrived and she's no closer to making sense of the place than she was that first day ( Read more... )

I have mixed feelings about the whole Thanksgiving thing. It isn't new. It stopped being new years ago. It's a family holiday and even though I have some really great friends here it's not the same ( Read more... )

Standing in an old UMiss t-shirt and pair of jeans outside an ancient clinic isn't exactly McCoy's fond idea of a Sunday in. Truth be told, it's not like Sundays on the Enterprise were anything so life-changing that you had to write home about it. If he did have a postcard, he might write 'send sunlight ASAP. Still hate space. And yet, don't think ( Read more... )

Veronica Mars: babysitter. Baby-borrower might be more accurate. It's not as if Jim and Pam have anywhere urgent to be right now, but with my time in the Council office past for the day and my classes over, giving the newly-engaged -- for the second time -- a chance for some alone time just makes for a good excuse to steal Sam away for a few hours ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful day on the island. The sun was shining. the pond sparkled, the very waterfall that tumbled into the pool shimmered in heat and in the rays of the sun. All in all, William Bush found this to be a perfectly terrible day to risk killing himself attempting to do something that, in his mind, no man should ever think necessary to learn ( Read more... )