There was a very anxious pig on the steps of the compound. Hamlet snuffled and oinked, his front feet on one step. He stamped and butted the door with his broad, flat head ( Read more... )

What with the play and everything going on, Will Shakespeare had barely had time to write. Which, mind you, was a good thing as he was having more and more difficulty writing as he tried to progress with the play. It was difficult to decide what was important and what was not, who should be included and who shouldn't and it all turned into a great ( Read more... )

You can have your antidotes and your medicines in order, but the truth is, when the moment comes, we don't always know what it is we're supposed to do. All the books, all the tests, all the studying in the world isn't going to teach us how to live our lives. Only living can do that, and sometimes it's too late. With age, they say, comes experience ( Read more... )

It had taken her six days to get a dress that she figured was well, if not just right, good enough. A certain sort of Southern girl, Paige Guthrie had learned that there were times and there were places to be choosy and when it came to sweet-talking something pretty out of a temperamental inanimate box of clothes, well, she knew when to hold ‘em ( Read more... )

Ficlet-style, Penny can't sleep and walks into the clinic, where she finds Katurian and mistakes him for someone from her past. Drama ensues, as well as much emo.

Dated to late-ish night on May 26th.

"You'd better put the hood on."

Katurian Katurian took the coarse black hood into his hands, then froze and looked up at Tupolski, remembering their earlier conversation. "I thought you were supposed to take me next door first and I put it on in there?"

Detective Tupolski laughed dryly. "No, no, we shoot you in here," he explained. "I was just ( Read more... )