( Cut for spoilers for True Blood 1x12. )

It wasn't uncommon, even after all of four months, for Carla Jean to be found at the island's makeshift cemetary. A part of her kept trying to insist that after so long, she ought to be starting to move on, but there were times it seemed an impossibility, something she'd never be fully capable of. Some days came easier than others, which was ( Read more... )

One could say that if there were any one place on the island the pie maker belonged, it was the kitchen. And, if there were any one time he belonged there more than any other, it was the day before Thanksgiving ( Read more... )

Tim's actually disappointed it's not raining. Those had always been his favorite games, the memories of mud on his knees and clumps of grass stuck in his helmet lingering long past any memories of who scored the first touchdown and who got credit for the sack in the second quarter. Still, his adrenaline for a real, actual game (even without real ( Read more... )

Olive Snook sat in the kitchen very intent on her task. In front of her sat a bowl of mash, a mixture of oats and warmed milk mostly, and one very small piglet. The smallest of the litter, Olive had understood it's plight instantly. To always be pushed out, scrambling for food and affection, it was no way for a creature to live. To be unwanted ( Read more... )

The rain seemed never ending, but that never stopped Ellie from doing anything before. She'd found decent clothing for the weather - umbrella included - earlier that week. It made for an actual pleasant walk most days when she could enjoy the weather without being soaked by the time she got to the Compound ( Read more... )

At this very moment, there was nothing in particular the pie maker and his faithful dog Digby had to do ( Read more... )

It had, without warning, appeared on Sunday.

It was now Wednesday and there was no sign of change, imminent or past. The elevator appeared to be there to stay.

When I was a little girl, I played games. I didn't have many friends then because mine was the house where no one was invited to play and my mother was never home, and she'd never been the ( Read more... )

Over a month had passed since Carla Jean had found herself a widow for the second time, and still, it hadn't completely sunk in. It was different than the first, when she'd had suddenly being on the island to contend with, unable to even find out what had happened or make arrangements. Here, she was sleeping in the bed she'd once shared with her ( Read more... )

Parties were always something Ellie enjoyed throwing, and this one was no different. While she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before for some very good personal reasons, she was up early and cooking up a storm for most of the morning to finish up what she hadn't made already, while Devon took over setting things up outside. With his help, as ( Read more... )