Dying is shit ( Read more... )

On the long expanse of beach, a small fire burned, hardly large enough to heat even a single person, just large enough to light up the small tent behind it. The dark waves crashed against the shore, whipped up into frothy peaks by a wind from the north ( Read more... )

Five years. Five years since Jack had died and come back. Five years since he and Helen had each found themselves on this island. Five years of living and loving and losing. Five years of growing and becoming the people they were now ( Read more... )

Okay, so I guess I'm just one of those people. You know: the kind of people who the universe just kind of...likes to fuck with. It'd be. Well, I suppose it'd be kind of funny, if it wasn't so fucking sad. Even surviving the zombie apocalypse wasn't enough to buy me a free pass; I'm still scared of as many things as I used to be, I still spend ( Read more... )

Priestly's never been That Guy, the one who can get an entire club shut down for a private event. He's pretty sure he used to make fun of That Guy, actually. But somehow here on the island, well, he kind of is. That or other, more powerful, people think Brooke deserves as awesome a birthday party as he does ( Read more... )

Zelda was used to the bookshelf providing...dubious forms of entertainment upon occasion and this evening was no exception. She was researching a few concepts she'd learned in Dr. Zimmerman's class (Dissociative Identity Disorder, specifically, because it fascinated her) and had hoped that the bookshelf could provide her something in the way of ( Read more... )

"Alright troops, this is very serious business," Max gravely told his soldiers. "Capturing a wildebeest is dangerous and if we don't succeed it's gonna eat all the rest of the kids up with it's massive teeth.  And we have to save them. Even the girls."

They're hidden behind a bunker, lying in wait for their target to pass. There are bombs going off ( Read more... )

While many of the people of the Island went into hiding during the times of snow, Ygritte had always found herself out of doors in the deepest of the blizzards. Summer gave way to Winter so quickly that there was nothing else to do but to surrender to it; and now, years after her first shock, Ygritte worshiped the return of the snow as she did the ( Read more... )

Not long after she'd first washed up on these shores, Ygritte had rather liked a certain golden-haired noble she'd met. He'd been surprisingly practical and bright for what she'd suspected royalty would be, as the stupid things often bred with their own to keep the bloodlines strong. Her own people knew better, breeding from different villages to ( Read more... )

Rachel's not a big dreamer. She usually sleeps pretty hard and if she dreams, it's little flashes that she rarely remembers. This morning, the flashes are all of the same thing. Brooke's apartment in the East Village, vomiting in the shower, the smell of booze and rubber and gas. And that itch, that persistent itch all over her arms. No matter ( Read more... )