It’s all getting a bit ridiculous ( Read more... )

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... )

Surely this island had hardened him. Surely it had rendered him immune against expectations, o hopes. Surely it had dried his tears - surely he wouldn’t cry at such a ridiculous fucking thing to begin with.

Guy bit the inside of his cheek and cursed every bloody shred of sentimentality within him, apparently not yet ossified to survive this island’ ( Read more... )

Bad ideas; a relative concept. To doctors, hypochondriacs and the careful, this would be a decidedly bad idea. To someone whose nature had always been self-destructive and who had decided some time ago that he didn’t care if he lived or died in this place, this was just a bit of fun.

It was liberating, in a way, this carelessness. Guy had spent so ( Read more... )

The election for the new Island Council term were finally finished, and I had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:

Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 11

General Representatives:
Shari Cooper
Hermione Granger
Helen Magnus
Anne Shirley
Sookie Stackhouse

New Professional Representatives:Hunting/Fishing/Agriculture - Gale ( Read more... )

Despite his hypochondriac's respect for them, Francis has never liked doctors, not really--the way they poke, and prod, and ask absurd questions before ushering him out the door with an ineffectual prescription written in a careless hand, only to roll their eyes at him when he returned a few days later complaining of some new malady.

Three days ( Read more... )

There were days when Luce got overwhelmed by her present situation and found herself in the greenhouse, her hands busy as they could be until she felt like they would fall off. Today is one of those days. She'd been dreaming all night of Rachel and her smiles and her warmth and how her hair smelled and when Luce awoke, she'd been alone ( Read more... )

The provincial life was beginning to agree with me. Almost. No matter how much the heat tricked my mind into thinking the wine tolerable or the living conditions adequate, I remained a city boy. Not a day went by that I didn't bemoan my fate to Cicero, who, in a birdish sort of way, seemed to be getting annoyed by my complaints. After all, it ( Read more... )

Dated April 12, 2011:
Friends and family gather at Xander and Saffron's hut to celebrate Xander's 22nd birthday.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG]

Sometimes it rained ( Read more... )