On the morning of October 31st, Chris is awoken by a distraught Neil Bucyk. Taken to Neil's hut, he finds one very sick, very frail, very near-death Margaret Cutter, a sight he hasn't seen in seventeen years and never imagined he'd ever see again. After spending some time with her, he tracks his father down in the rink and drags him back. The ( Read more... )

It was like that cartoon with the old man, who played chess against himself, then had a heart attack and died. Only Neil knew only one old man, who hated all games that weren’t curling, and the fact that at this moment, for all intents and purposes he was playing chess against a beaver ( Read more... )

Now that Lennox was finally feeling better and he knew he wouldn't get into trouble from Stephen for going into the rink and actually curling, he'd thrown up a sign on the bulletin board a few days ago, announcing that the first curling lesson was finally going to happen that Tuesday. If he was completely honest, he wasn't sure how it was going to ( Read more... )

Stretched out on the beach wearing a particularly bright pair of red and orange plaid shorts, Lennox watched as Emmy ran back and forth in front of him with Hal, screaming the dog’s name the entire time. For some people it might've looked like torture, but Lennox simply leaned back on his elbows and watched the kid and the dog with a small smile ( Read more... )

Gordon Cutter was on a Mission From God ( Read more... )

It got put up during dinner, which was an important thing to know. Not too high on the bulletin board, not too low either, and he's checked around to make sure that it wasn't covering anything too vital ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for Battlestar Galactica Episode 3x17 Maelstrom )

Susan never thought she would be actually happy to see the Compound. Never thought she would consider it home. But that’s what she had caught herself thinking on more than one occasion while they were trying to find their way back from the dinosaur territory ( Read more... )

The sun wasn't due to come up for 'bout another hour, and without the dim glow of electricity, jungle seemed even darker than usual. Bill stood in the middle of the clearing, flashlight in his hand, shinin' out over the small crowd gathered outside the Compound doors. There was the faint murmur of hushed voices, few of 'em speakin' up louder than ( Read more... )

In the town of Long Bay, on their home ice, in their modest rink where lives have been played out in the ancient language of brooms and stones and ice, here, today, with a deadman riding each tossed stone, here Cutter rink makes its stand against evil.

Oh, the Juggernaut with his leather jackets and cheerleaders and soulless, weak-chinned gaze. ( Read more... )