Dated January 20th, 2009:
After two weeks apart, Phoenix finally tracks down his estranged mentor-slash-girlfriend to conclude the confession that was long overdue.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG]

The adage was this: when life gives you lemons make lemon meringue ( Read more... )

January 6th, 7:00am
Island of Tabula Rasa
The Beach

For the first time in what seemed like an age, Phoenix Wright was suffering from a serious lack of certainty - in the impossible relationship he'd developed with his dead former boss, in what a disbarred lawyer could possibly offer a population that didn't need any justice. But uselessness wasn't the ( Read more... )

O-Ren had been practicing the piano for several weeks now ( Read more... )

The end of the year is the start of something new. A chance to leave behind the old and start over. An opportunity to begin fresh, to say to yourself, this time, I'm gonna do it better.

It had been a strange month. Granted, it had been a quiet month - even Christmas had come and gone with very little fuss, though Meredith was accustomed to even ( Read more... )

One could say that if there were any one place on the island the pie maker belonged, it was the kitchen. And, if there were any one time he belonged there more than any other, it was the day before Thanksgiving ( Read more... )

He was sitting at one of the tables in the rec room, three months worth of papers spread out in front of him, on the table, on the chairs, on the floor. He’d clean them up later. It was the first three months of Bartlet’s first term, and he’d read just about every scrap of news he could find, every decision they’d made. He had a spiral notebook ( Read more... )

There were more subtle differences between where he'd been and this place. Zia sometimes forgot to notice them, but it was hard to right then, with it staring him in the face ( Read more... )

Time spent on a desert island was time lost preparing a case or prosecuting against some usually guilty defendant in court. Miles Edgeworth was particularly aware of this loss of satisfaction on his part whenever he looked at the ocean and imagined himself on yet another chartered flight-sailing far, far above the waves as he headed back and forth ( Read more... )

After the rain had eased, Mia Fey went for a walk.

It was during her walk, a gentle stroll along the beach, that she found it. It was lying in the sand, and she would not have picked it up but for the fact she stepped on it.

It was small and red, attached to a length of broken cord, and achingly familiar: the talisman worn by the Master of the ( Read more... )