Sara hadn’t had nearly as much free time recently, with schoolwork keeping her busy. Not that that was a bad thing, as far as Sara was concerned; she had always enjoyed her schoolwork, and frequently found herself getting lost in the things she was learning. And though she knew it had only been a little more than two years since she’d last been a ( Read more... )

It was still something of a novelty to Sara, to be able to walk five minutes down the path and see the land cutting off so suddenly, with nothing beyond but the long, smooth surface of the sea.

She had found a swimming outfit in the clothes box a few days ago; it was nothing like what she was used to thinking of as something to go swimming in, and ( Read more... )

The Post Office was not a place that Marian often went. She knew of the boxes for each resident, but she felt little need to send notes, nor did she truly expect any to send them to her. Yet, with the new school semester approaching, and having offered to teach again, Marian thought it best to check it every few days in case Remus had left any ( Read more... )

The book said it was called a Ouija Board, which was apparently NOT pronounced how it looked, which probably meant it was French. From what Samara understood of the language, French was just bizarre ( Read more... )

Karen is talking to herself, the near constant, sing-song chatter of a five year old girl at play. She's one of those children who gets very easily lost in her little world, and, right now, she's playing School, and her class is ShorHor and Puffin, only Puffin won't sit still, and, if he's not careful, Karen's going to have to send him to the ( Read more... )

Sunny was dressed in her prettiest fairy costume for the tea party.

Fancy dress was a rule, and anyone not obeying would hear it from her. Or she'd sic Banky on them. In case anyone didn't have fancy clothes, there was a box of them to borrow right at the front of the party: crowns, top hats, capes, scarves, gloves that went all the way up to your ( Read more... )

It was difficult to see the sky in London in anything but patches, little glimpses which shone down between the high walls if one craned their head to see. Often, when she was kept busy in the kitchens or cleaning the house, Sara had only known the sun was setting by the soft, golden look of the light that warmed the bricks of the house opposite, ( Read more... )

It was the sort of day that lent itself to taking long walks off the worn paths and playing in the sand without any worries or thoughts about other obligations ( 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... )

Many thought the clothing box a thing of mischief and witchcraft, and Anne Boleyn, former Queen of England, was inclined to agree. She also rather thought that being executed for witchcraft herself made her very close to an expert on the subject.

Not that she'd actually done it, of course. Being guilty of whatever has been accused? Terribly ( Read more... )