They'd started early. Not the crack of dawn, but anyone who wanted to get breakfast on Hannukah Eve Day would have been bombarded by the scent of mandelbread, latkes, sufganiyot, borscht, sweet and savory kugels and matzah ball soup. Between Bridge, Chuck, Ned, Delirium, Nancy, Tosh and Olive (making her own Hanukkah cookies) the kitchen was a ( Read more... )

The facts were these: that after approximate eleven months of sunshine and warmth, snow had once again come to Tabula Rasa. While the bitter cold chilled the bones and reddened the face and fingers, the dead girl better known as Chuck enjoyed the fact that it was warmer today than it was before, comparatively speaking. The snow and ice were pretty ( Read more... )

Chuck had wandered too far into the woods ( Read more... )

Stephen was building a snowman.

Back in New York, he liked the winter weather enough, but he especially liked it now, after months of heat and sun. It was December. It was supposed to be cold and gray ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Summer Roberts was a stranger to the snow.  Her family had taken more than one weekend ski trip to Big Bear and there was little Summer enjoyed more than wrapping herself in warm clothes, drinking hot chocolate while watching the snow fall.  Still, snow first thing in the morning the day after a heatwave was not expected.  Especially ( Read more... )

( Cut for spoilers for True Blood 1x12. )

The facts were these that when it came to comfort foods after days of binge eating in the name of holiday spirit there was something quite satisfactory about the art of fried egg-coated toast. It was not exactly a gourmet food nor an exact delicacy or science, but it tasted good and Charlotte Charles had long ago decided that it was fun to make. ( Read more... )

It wasn't uncommon, even after all of four months, for Carla Jean to be found at the island's makeshift cemetary. A part of her kept trying to insist that after so long, she ought to be starting to move on, but there were times it seemed an impossibility, something she'd never be fully capable of. Some days came easier than others, which was ( Read more... )

Whenever everyone pulled together to do something like this, Dale was reminded just why they had something to celebrate. Tabula Rasa has begun as just a handful of people on an empty beach and everything it now was, was because of its residents pulling together and making something of their mutual situation ( Read more... )

Scott is in the kitchen, putting some finishing touches on the dessert he's cooked up, which is sort of like a tropical berry shortcake. Sure, there's no Cool Whip, but he thinks little Lisey will like it, just the same ( Read more... )