Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream...Sleep would not come easily for Aisling, but it seldom ever did. The woman often coveted sleep and the freedom that only dreams would allow. It had been something to look forwards to, especially after suffering days without. However, for the first time in some time, she now fought the need to do so.Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream... by AmberLepu
It had begun shortly after the transition to her new home. The move had taken the better part of a week and promised no end to preoccupation. There was always something needing to be done or unpacked, as well as her new found responsibility with the newest doduo of the ranch. The exhausting work had brought blissful ease in her struggle for slumber. A hard day's work, the warmth of the man's chest against her back, and the slow, rhythmic movement of his breathing were enough to lull her into the realm she'd become so accustomed to. The first few nights had been seemingly ordinary, until something unpleasant began tugging at the seams of her fabricated world.
That something...that someone...
Kumo's Diary Entry 1Dear Diary,Kumo's Diary Entry 1 by Bloodypapercut
Wow, it’s been so long since I’ve written in you! I looked back and the last entries were from when I first left home. I think that’s because people use diaries to write down interesting things about their lives and then there’s me who completely forgets to do that! Well I guess I kind of own it to you to catch you up. I know you’re not real but I feel like I owe it to you to do this. So, let’s begin!
When I first moved to Rapture Retreat, Maximus and I settled in a nice home close to the lake. The first level I decided to use for the shop while we lived on the second level. It was a huge culture shock to go into town for groceries and see so many different people wearing so many different things, but I loved it! I made some new designs from the people I saw and began to put them for sale in my store, of course I still sold clothes from home. I made some money and made the house a little bigger to live in, Maximus enjoyed the extra room.
Coward DrabbleWhat kind of joke am I playing at? I wondered gloomily as I set the comic down on the table next to me. I couldn’t focus. Not on work. Not even on ‘fun’ work like researching new comics. It’s like my heads just been stuck in the clouds lately… nah, not the clouds. That makes it sound like I don’t know what’s distracting me. I know what’s got me stuck. It’s music. I just… I just don’t know. Am I good enough?Coward Drabble by Swiftstart
I thought to the amateur DJ scratch disks upstairs; and to my ‘kit’. I’d only ever broken it out in public once, during an open DJ night at the islands less than distinguished club. I think it went well… maybe. God I’m such a coward. Here I sit in this comic shop pretending a bunch of farmers and guy’s who run tourist shops might be interested in the Flash or Batman, or heck, maybe even Archie. They don’t care about this stuff. And if they do, well, those few nerdy ones are a
RP Log: Sugary ShenanigansGoaters:RP Log: Sugary Shenanigans by inky-Birdy
There was a fresh coat of white over Raccolto today. Children trotted about, flinging snowballs and building grand fortresses; businessman and blue-collar worker alike trudged along, determined to earn that much needed Christmas money despite what the weather insisted on doing; icicles and snow glinted brightly in the sunlight, natural decoration for the holiday season.
And a certain candy maker was using every excuse NOT to go outside.
Restocking was always a good option. With the holidays rolling in, festive confections were in good demand, which meant Surry was rarely without a job to do. The only downside was that her supplies were not bottomless, and as she loaded a shelf with peppermint fudge she came to realize her chocolate reservoir was nearly nonexistent. This brought a wrinkly-nosed frown to her face. "Damn..."
For others, however, the fresh blanket for the winter season over the little archipelago was a perfect excuse to be out and