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i could pretend more then, i could believe more then
The sun had drawn lines of fire across the floor, peeking through cracks widened and some jagged edges splintered by uncertain force- now, they finally faded, and the distant cries of children slipped away for the evening to make way for the uncertain spray of noise in the distance ( Read more... ) -
children, your time is done; if you say it's done together
When James Ford woke up that morning in an unfamiliar building, in a bed larger than the one in his house and a room so bare that it almost reminded him of the hospital, he didn't panic. Most things seemed unfamiliar to him, those days. Places that had once been familiar, like his grandparents' house, like the classrooms in his school, or even the ( Read more... ) -
you can have a head full of the best ideas
Not long after Alex Linus had departed from the island, the hut started falling slightly into disrepair. It wasn't a bad place to live, all things considered- neither Sawyer nor Hurley were particularly messy people, but neither were they the neatest guys around, and without a young woman around to provide extra incentive to tidy up, the hut had ( Read more... ) -
you're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel
Christmas was in two weeks. Funny, how Christmas still stood out to Sawyer year after year, even though he didn't care much for the holiday, either in concept or in practice. He'd never been much of a religious kind of guy; the thought that there was someone sentient up in the world who gave all the crap the world went through His stamp of approval ( Read more... ) -
you lied, but I know, 'cause I've got cigarette eyes
There was no doubt that Sawyer found Tabula Rasa less comforting by far when compared to the previous island. Somehow, despite all of the inexplicable phenomena of the previous island, ashen smoke snaking through the sky and polar bears thundering through the bamboo, what Sawyer found more terrifying than anything else was reaching out and finding ( Read more... ) -
they looked backward and said goodbye
Even a seven-year-old can tell that there's something not right about this situation. Five times now, he's heard the same conversation between his parents, the same ring of a gunshot echoing in their tiny hall, before footsteps approach the spot that he's taken under the bed, curled so that his knees meet his chest. It's always shouting and yelling ( Read more... ) -
the curtains flew, then he appeared
The metal of the gun which he gripped in his hands was cool, though it wouldn't remain that way for long. Firearms were a necessary evil. If a man was lucky, he wouldn't ever have to pull the trigger on anyone, would live a full life without knowing how gunpowder smelled or the way that a gun came to life after a shot fired, surface hot to the ( Read more... )
