The past two and a half weeks had not been Adam's favorite on the island. The entirety of March after the Temple, such as was left, had been spent in the transformed hut, recovering from the more pressing injuries. The adrenaline of the situation had served as a decent numbing device, and such a thing was fortunate...as he had difficulty getting ( Read more... )

As the earth turned her face more toward the sun and the seasons grew warmer, the people who inhabited the prehistoric world rejoiced in the bounty of vegetation and new life which would inevitably lead to good food. It was a simple subsistent existence, timed to the moon, the sun, and the slow dance of the stars ( Read more... )

A very long time ago, a close friend had once advised Vincent to not make art his religion. This same sentiment had been shared with him many times since then, and each time, all Vincent could to was shake his head or smirk wryly, unable to word the same justification over and over again no matter how honest it may be ( Read more... )

Gus was bleeding. He was bleeding again. He remembered reading a horror book once, where someone was knocked unconcious and fed to pigs. Pig would eat anything if they were hungry enough. He remembered being absolutely horrified at the time; it had taken a while to look at Hamlet in the same way, even if Hamlet was possibly the most benign hog ( Read more... )

For once, House thought that the island changes were actually kind of cool. His and Jack's hut was suddenly made of stone, which could only be an improvement, and the landscape was different enough to be interesting ( Read more... )

Ayla had crept through the caves and into the compound to explore a bit further and had met a man who was choosing clothes. As soon as she entered the room and froze, her eyes lowered, he found the hunt for something decent halted as he began to pull out bikini after bikini ( Read more... )

The women of the Clan had, for generations, employed the same system of discovery of the world around them. Because they lived in a small world where the climate was stable and the land was predictable, there were few occasions to be truly challenged. The Clan all had shared memories which aided their survival in a harsh environment. The women were ( Read more... )

In the dark, Sarah Carter sits ( Read more... )

The weather was more’n a little stifling, and the good Shepherd decided it was time to Do Something about it all. He had dug around with the clothes box, cussed under his breath a bit, given the box’s tendency to being stubborn. After a few mishaps and some awkward encounters with very small pieces of multi-colored spandex, he thankfully found a ( 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... )