With as much time as he had now, Glenn knew if he did not keep his mind occupied, he would surely go mad ( Read more... )

If Ros was anything today, it was amused. She'd put in for a few people in the silent auction as a joke mostly. She'd not thought she would win anyone. Only now it appeared that she'd won one Adam Carter. He would be hers to do with as she wanted for a day, and the prospect of that brought her very near to laughter. Of course, it also meant ( Read more... )

She kept waking up cold with that ache in her shoulder that seemed to make the rest of her even colder. Her fingers were ice and she wanted to get up and move only she couldn't because she...couldn't and hell, she couldn't even turn her head because there was a foam block preventing her from moving it. Where did anyone get a damned foam block, ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

Were it not for the con, Stacie Monroe could have easily been an actress ( Read more... )

It was strange the habits you fell into here, or so Ros thought as she crouched in the garden pulling at weeds. Dirt was smudged on her cheek, and she had a small pile of the noxious plants near her feet. How her mother would have loved to see her now. Gardening of all things. Ros smirked at the thought, running over the imagined conversation ( Read more... )

Boredom, a noun. The state of being bored, tedium, ennui. It didn't matter what she called it. Whether she referred to it as dullness, doldrums or weariness. It all equaled the same thing to her. Ros Myers found herself trapped on an island and bored ( Read more... )

Ellen was a woman of habit, making a schedule and routine for herself. Back home, she did errands in the morning, doing bills and keeping track of expenses; her afternoons were spent wiping down tables and getting the bar ready and the evenings full of pouring shots, opening beers, and keeping hunters from killing each other. Here, things were a ( Read more... )

The bookshelf was giving Adam more and more books written in Farsi, and he was taking it as an opportunity to practice; his Farsi had never been as fluent as his Arabic, and he'd always felt like he didn't have enough time to polish up. Time, time. All he had on his bloody hands now was time ( Read more... )

While perhaps it was not an occasion to rival the dances she and her sisters had attended at home, Jane was very much proud of this, her fourth endeavour upon the Island. It was very much alike in the setting as her previous gatherings had been with food and drink aligning the sides of a space portioned for dancing and with the aid of radios, they ( Read more... )