Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.

Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.

Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.

Silly little ficlet.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.

Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.

After everyone but himself and Jyn died on Scarif, Bodhi did his best to hide from anything resembling excitement. Unfortunately, the Force - and the New Republic - had other plans.

On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

Desire can't move past, only onward.