Carina

Connie hadn't read a fantasy story since he was ten years old. It was quite good for that tender age, though he had outgrown the liking, instead opting for grounded ...

Alan deeply sighed, rubbing his dried fingers over his face for the hundredth time. He thought he could wipe away the grime, but it only seemed to make it worse. ...

Alan took a step back, baffled that Lyall had the audacity to aggressively shove him. Or maybe he shouldn't be. After all, he was one of the most stubborn brats ...

They were all dehydrated. Though, no one needed to point it out. It was obvious, considering how hard the sun was beating down on them, and all of their canteens ...

Volcano. Forest. Air. Air? Though, perhaps that word wasn't worth pondering, considering the numerous other things that had been happening. Alan didn't know what the hell was happening half the ...

All things considered, things could have gone worse. Eve had been keeping up with the books now that she had access to the DMV's database. The financial statements were awfully ...

It was dark, it was cold, and Alan was awake alone with his thoughts. But he didn't need to be. Alan eyed the other side of the clearing they called ...

They had been walking for quite some time now. They stumbled into more and more clues, and now they were on to find some lever to drain a city. Honestly, ...

If this were a dream, then it was a very surreal, very intense dream. Whether it was or wasn't one didn't matter too much-- Alan was grateful all the same. ...

Alan hadn't anticipated Lyall falling asleep so fast. He had been quietly watching him, noting how he dug into the sofa, practically in fetal position while embracing the pillow. Even ...

Alistair slipped out of his black pajama shirt, unfolding his normal black shirt to wear instead. They seemed like they were the same shirt, and... really, it was. One was ...

Alan was looking forward to meet Shane again, and he was looking forward to get to know Alex in a more relaxed environment. He was still in awe that he ...

Alan stifled a yawn as he walked through the dark, empty streets. In the stoplight district, the street would be spilling out with drunken people at all hours of the ...

The morning was a success. Alan got up a bit earlier than usual-- which in retrospect, wasn't really that early, considering he used to get up around sunset to run ...

Alan yawned, flopping back against the couch to stare up at the ceiling, counting the same rivets from last night. Everything seemed to change in only a span of a ...