Alice's Mailbox.

It was two days until October the 31st, and Alice felt on edge ( Read more... )

It seemed to Alice that there was always someone hanging around the large waterfall, either swimming or dangling their feet in the water or simply loitering nearby. It was unsanitary, not to mention annoying when all she wanted was some peace and quiet ( Read more... )

Alice watched the woman go, a frown forming a little crease in between her eyebrows. She wasn't really sure what had just happened. It was like being accosted by an Oompa Loompa; bizarre and inexplicable ( Read more... )

Alice stalked into New Atlantis at noon that day. Few people paid her much attention, which she took to mean that John hadn't told anybody save that McKay. Good. That reduced the number of unfriendly stares. On Alice's part, anyway ( Read more... )

So. Things on the island were back to normal. For the time being, at least. Alice had no doubt that something was going to happen come Valentine's Day, and she wasn't looking forward to it at all. In fact, she had resolved to stay in her hut the entire day, regardless of whether anything happened or not. If it didn't happen to her, it'd happen to ( Read more... )

Alice was relieved the snow was gone. For starters, she had gotten so used to the heat of the desert and then the heat of the island that the change in temperature hadn't sat well with her. She'd got a cold when it rained for a couple of days, for Christ's sake. It was a miracle she hadn't died of hypothermia or frostbite, though admittedly she'd ( Read more... )

New Year's had been...surprisingly not that awful. Alice wasn't sure why she had expected it to be. The last one hadn't been all that bad. She guessed it was just because it was the celebration of another year on this weird fucking island that she expected it to go wrong ( Read more... )

Last year, Alice hadn't really bought into the whole Christmas Spirit deal. She generally didn't. Good cheer just wasn't her thing. But someone had left out a bottle of sherry in the kitchen that morning and she'd helped herself to a glass because Hell, it was Christmas, wasn't it ( Read more... )

On Halloween night, Alice dreamed again of Angie ( Read more... )