To Malcolm's immense relief, the terrifying dreams have abated, and he's enjoyed a few nights of deep slumber. If there have been dreams, he's had no memory of them upon awaking. He was anxious at first that the nightmares would return, but today was the first day he cautiously allowed himself to believe that the worst might be over ( Read more... )

From some of the cases I have above related, we are led to the conclusion that in certain conditions of the body, the spirit, in a manner unknown to us, resumes a portion of its freedom, and is enabled to exercise more or less of its inherent properties. It is somewhat released from those inexorable conditions of time and space, which bound and ( Read more... )

The sound is piercing, as if a gargantuan man had drawn in a great breath and let it loose again in a shrill, prolonged whistle. It’s distant at first, but as he takes step after step, the din grows and fills the air around him.

He would stop walking if he could. He has no wish to see what great, unnameable thing could make such a sound. But still ( Read more... )

Malcolm Crowe is coming down the stairs to grab a quick cup of coffee.... to find puppets running around the bar.

He's had years of experience at concealing reactions of shock and surprise, even when his patients tell him the most disturbing things. And he's been around Milliways for over a year-and-a-half now.

Doesn't matter. Malcolm stares. ( Read more... )

So I have this idea, and it started with the scene below just popping into my fevered brain. I'm naming the pups I saw in it, but if any other mun is reading this and thinks the proposed mayhem sounds like fun, just let me know. =)

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The scene (in media res): A wide side street in one of the best neighborhoods in ( Read more... )

It had been eight months, and he thought last time would truly be last time. But as Malcolm drifts off to sleep tonight, he sees someone he never thought to see again. And maybe now he knows why--she fell asleep in her favorite chair in the living room again. He has to grin, that something so trivial could make all the difference ( Read more... )

Malcolm is reading late at night in his room, when a thought crosses his mind. In all the bizarre time shifts he's suffered in the past couple of months, he's left undone something he meant to do for some time. He gets up and walks over to his writing desk. He looks at the laptop for a moment, but then opens a drawer and pulls out pen-and-paper ( Read more... )

There are only mists at first, but soon they begin to part, revealing the faint outlines of a chair. A bookshelf. A living room. Home ( Read more... )

The wine is deep and red, catching the light in a sparkle of scarlet. Malcolm clinks his glass with Serena's and then the glasses go to the side of his bed.

She feels warm and vibrant in his embrace.

"Better?" he asks.

Malcolm lays next to Serena in the very warm bed, holding her in his arms.

"I think you need shorter research sabbaticals from now on," he smiles.

A long, lingering kiss. Her lips are full and red.