It was only fitting, Jane believed, that she would hold this party upon such an eventful day. Five years ago, she had arrived upon the island and her whole life had changed. She was no longer the young girl that she had once been and was no longer trapped in the confines of a time when her options were greatly limited. Though the date coincided, ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

With her concern over Rachel’s sudden disappearance, Gabrielle had barely noticed something was going on with the residents of the island. She knew Rachel hadn’t disappeared from the island and was mourning the disappearance of her mother, but the fact she’d taken off on her own worried Gabrielle. It was something Xena would do and she would be ( Read more... )

Aragorn took a deep breath and took another drink or water as he let the axe rest at his side. It was nearing dusk, when the heat of the afternoon was beginning to burn off. He hadn't been at work long today, preferring to work in the cooler hours of the morning and evening, but the humidity of the island got to one quickly ( Read more... )

There were parts of life on Tabula Rasa that everyone had to come to grips with sooner or later. The disappearances. The stretches of tranquility (many would say boredom) broken up by the occasional bouts of complete madness. The existential problems that arose with the knowledge that, somewhere, you were nothing more than a fictional creation ( Read more... )

Savannah had found the book a few days ago and had, of course, cracked it open. The very first line made her eyes sting and tear. Surely it couldn't really be John's story. But that very first line, My name is John Tyree. I was born in 1977, and I grew up in Wilmington, North Carolina, she just knew and she had to keep reading. Even against her ( Read more... )

The good news for the patrons of the Winchester was that Archie had gotten better with his cooking. The bad news was that for a space of time, he had had to sacrifice his eaters to the pursuit of learning. Nothing had ever been inedible, and certainly nothing had ever caused one harm, but a regular patron with middling intelligence would have ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

The moment she had pulled it from the box, she had known it was perfect ( Read more... )

Savannah sat out every night and watched the moon. She watched as it grew fat and round and she thought of that first night with John. She watched as it shrank to just a sliver and then went dark and she thought of all the times she'd never paid the moon any mind. She found herself holding her thumb up to it at the horizon and then again when it ( Read more... )