After the rain, Luce knows there are many things. Rainbows, dreadful little after-headaches, and loose soil. When she pokes her head outside the door and doesn't get a drenched head of hair for it, she immediately ducks back inside for a pair of khaki capris, a tank top, and gardening gloves. She's been told there are dozens of kinds of plants here ( Read more... )

Daniel's hut had sprung a leak. The last time he'd talked to Jack, he'd mentioned something about being glad that the hut was raised, so that it wouldn't leak from the bottom. That wasn't, of course, where Daniel's hut was leaking. No, it had landed smack dab in the middle of his face, waking him up and making a certain raven-haired girlfriend ( Read more... )

Strange Island Happening Weekends happened to be Temperance's favorite kind of weekends, even when they shifted away from weekends. That was, of course, after the relaxed domestic weekends where she and her family-- her family-- could walk the beach and look for evidence of giant squid ( Read more... )

The setting sun paints the jungle in hues of gold and orange; it's getting late. A day, Benjamin Linus has been on this island, and he hasn't yet ventured much farther than the Compound and its surrounding areas. More anxious men might have gone exploring right away, but patience is a virtue; answers always come in time, so long as you know the ( Read more... )

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in, and it was time to celebrate, not only the results, but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something ( Read more... )

"Clavicle," Temperance said, sliding her fingers along the clean, dry bone ( Read more... )

"For the last time: No."

About five minutes before, Gus had walked into the rec room, completely minding his own business. He was there to return a book to the bookshelf and maybe search a little for a certain comic he hadn't seen in years, but he hesitated in the doorway. He had never really talked to Stephen Colbert--or Colby, as Shawn insisted ( Read more... )

“…Shanshu has roots in so many different languages. The most ancient source is the Proto-Bantu and they consider life and death the same thing, part of a cycle, only a thing that's not alive never dies. It's- it's saying - that you get to live until you die. It's saying - it's saying you become human ( Read more... )

Robin Goodfellow sat on a stool at the bar in the Catscratch, though not particularly well. He would have been weaving on the small seat if it weren't for the fact that his head was morosely pillowed on the bar-top over his folded arms. His green eyes were dull stones, brown curls damp and plastered to his grimly pale forehead on a face in need of ( Read more... )

On most days, Temperance would have said that the island could not really surprise her, at least in the way that most people considered themselves surprised. And that besides that, to attribute any one thing to the island was to give it sentience and humanity that no large formation of rock and sand and tree deserved ( Read more... )