Phedre has been spending some time in the compound, which even after all of this time, I still prefer to stay away from. Given how much like home we've managed to make our dwelling on the island, I see little need for the building. But Phedre, ever the social butterfly, has other thoughts and needs, and so she has spent much of the day in the ( Read more... )

Dated March 30, 2009:
Phedre and Karolina discover Zozie is gone, and spend a few moments remembering their friend before setting about the task of going through her things.

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Dated March 30, 2009:
After Phedre and Karo finish in Zozie's hut, Phedre finds Trisha to tell her their friend has vanished, and to give her something ( Read more... )

Someone had left a surf board in the games closet. There it was, tucked in the back. No doubt it had been left behind by someone who had left the island, and had been deposited here by whoever came after them and didn’t want it.

Josh was a brilliant, brilliant political mind. He understood psychology and economics and foreign policy. However, none ( Read more... )

People were asleep. Not just asleep, but unconscious. Strange things happened on the Enterprise, happened all over the galaxy, but that didn't make them any less strange. Except around here, apparently, where most everybody treated this phenomena like it was just another day. You could tell they were upset, concerned for their loved ones and ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, it looked like something out of a storybook ( Read more... )

The sun went down late on Tabula Rasa, and so the sky had barely begun to slide from blue into the pink and orange of sunset when people began to gather in the clearing once more. The mud pit had dried out, the tables moved to one side, more torches placed around the stage that now drew the eye of everyone standing in its shadow ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, it looked like something out of a storybook ( Read more... )

If Alain closed his eyes, it could almost be a fair day in Gilead. The sounds and smells were all the same. There was the sound children laughing, trotted around by Glue Boy,and Jolly, getting their faces painted, and themselves entirely covered in flowers by Ilse and some of the other girls. Boys participating in impromptu footraces with their ( Read more... )

In all the times I had taken myself to the trampoline to practice my tumbling, I had never once had someone stop to ask me for a lesson in the art. That it was one of Bill's brothers who ended up being the first to ask did not so much surprise as amuse me; I knew of the twins likely in far greater depth than they knew of me, and I knew from Bill's ( Read more... )

It had been some time since I had had an afternoon not filled with tasks and errands, and I had chosen to spend this one indulging my love of reading out-of-doors. Already dressed in my bathing suit and shorts, a towel hung over my arm, I stood in contemplation of the bookshelf, hoping it would be cooperative in my desire for something good to read ( Read more... )