( it's hard to believe just what I've become )

There had been no point in leaving her mother a note. Jackie might have feigned ignorance in the past when it came to Rose and her acitivites but now, in this world so alike and yet completely different to the one she had grown up in, the rules had shifted their slight balance and Rose no longer answered to anyone. It was not just her coming of age ( Read more... )

The mirror had cracked ( Read more... )

When Harvestman was alive, there used to be a jagged scar that stretched along the inside of his left upper arm. It didn't resemble anything, as far as anyone could tell and even if he pointed it out, nobody would really be able to see it but him. He knew what it meant though. They shouted it at him enough to get the point across when they tried to ( Read more... )

"God fucking damnit!"

Nobody really needs to be exposed to Harvestman right now as he stumbles down the streets in the fading light of dusk, looking like an escapee from a leather bar and swearing up a storm at a device in his hand. Dressed all in black, his latex jeans are way too tight and manage to make his nonexistent ass appear to exist. The ( Read more... )