Playing in the snow hadn't been appealing a few days ago, but as time ticked on, Logan's brush with an icy grave had faded from his thoughts and he was amusing himself in the only way he could now that surfing was off limits ( Read more... )

Maybe it's got something to do with moving into Cecily's place down by the beach, and actually having a place of their own to decorate and celebrate in. Maybe it's the fact that there's snow on the ground again - still cold and still a little weird to him, but a symbol of the season all the same. Maybe it's that there've been sightings of Santa ( Read more... )

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... )

Cecily brushed her feet gently through the sand, looking out towards the ocean and letting her mind wander to what was beyond. She could hardly remember of all those she loved back home, for she had no keepsake to remind her of them, besides the film which she did all in her power not to watch. She wondered if the island she was on was real or ( Read more... )

Spotted: S, B, and C, not letting a little thing like locale stand in the way of tradition. It may not be Manhattan, but that doesn't mean that our favorite expatriates won't be doing their best to pretend otherwise. The annual Masked Ball has started off with a bang - but will it end the same way? Somehow, we think the recent arrival of Lonely Boy ( Read more... )

When Jim sees Cecily in her box-given wedding dress, his worries begin to grow again. But they soon overcome the mishap and get a little more friendly.

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"Sky, weren't you playing with R.I.C. a couple of hours ago?" Bridge was sure he saw the two here when he had stopped by to see if anyone wanted lunch, and that had to be around noon. He always ate lunch at noon. It didn't taste like lunch if it wasn't noon, and then you had to call it something else. 'Brunch' didn't work, because that was ( Read more... )

Logan hardly seemed to notice that he was dripping all over the kitchen floor, his left leg aching as he limped over to the sink and washed the blood off his hand ( Read more... )

There were many things Marian had imagined herself doing that evening. Many, many things, and few of them involved her kneeling in the straw, helping one recalcitrant pot-bellied pig that she had only accepted ownership of grudgingly, give birth. Hamlet, for his part, had looked on with what Marian would call worry, grunting and squealing as ( Read more... )