Dated September 3, 2010:
It's not that Claire terribly minds being dragged on over to a strange lizard or being yanked at the sight of a tropical bird, but when said animal has an owner dragged along, Claire finds herself nervous at the prospect, never certain whether or not that person is someone she'll enjoy getting to know or even someone she ( Read more... )

For the first time in her life, Juliet is seeing snow - honest to God real snow, not that fake crap that litters the stores of L.A. or the streets of Miami during Christmas. And it’s not just that. It’s the way the entire island looks like Santa Claus exploded. It’s whimsical and interesting, but mostly it’s the snow that has her preoccupied. Well ( Read more... )

"You have got to be kidding me."

That had been Ray's initial reaction anyway. Nearly five minutes later and his language had turned a bit more colorful. He'd tackled the mistletoe methodically, trying to rip it away so it would let him loose but he was still caught beneath it, looking like a prized idiot most probably. It was pretty much the end of ( Read more... )

Riza held up a bright pink Hawaiin shirt and examined it critically. All around her were scattered other garments of dubious fashion. Finding clothing had never been difficult before. All she asked was that the style was practical and the colors solid. Simple. Easy. And, at least from this clothing box, in incredibly short supply. She had lucked ( Read more... )

Juliet’s lying on the ground, hair spread out around her head like a halo as she stares up at the sky. Pinks and purples wisp with the clouds as the sun sets and she doesn’t move; just blinks up at the sky with her hands resting across her stomach. There’s no real reason for her decision, just that she needed out of her hut where the quiet ( Read more... )

There was very little in the world more satisfying, Sookie thought, than enjoying a cold smoothie right after a scalding hot shower. One of the perks to living close to the compound was being able to swing over shortly after her shifts at the Winchester, always making sure to scrub down before turning to her hut, and occasionally dabbling in the ( Read more... )

After two weeks on the Island, the information Riza had managed to gather was distressingly paltry. She had learned a good amount about the Island's geography and had a fair idea how the government and infrastructure worked. The people seemed to be kind and friendly and more or less content with their lives. But the answers she really needed -- ( Read more... )

Even though I knew about the island, it was still hard to believe at times. I kept expecting to hear the stomping of Peacekeeper's boots, or the burning pain of a bullet as it pushed past skin and muscle. It was hard to believe that this wasn't a singularly creative punishment for me, even though I knew that District 13 would do things differently ( Read more... )

She closed her eyes for just a moment, wincing with pain as the doctor applied yet another bandage to stem the flow of blood from her throat. Rebecca's voice faded away, indistinguishable ( Read more... )