( Uh-oh! You forgot to do something you were supposed to! Now what? )

What used to come first for me was family, work, fun, love... the usual things that make a human being happy. But slowly all those were stripped away from me. And now the rotten cancer has made me both weak and strong. It changed me in some ways for the worse, and in others for the better ( Read more... )

I used to have many favorite scents. The smell of spring mornings, or of delicious meals cooking, or the fur of a beloved pet when snuggling close. The scents emitted by the freshly-turned pages of new books, or of a rose offered to a beloved one. Jill's hair, whether she had just washed it or not bothered for the night, always smelled most ( Read more... )

Sometimes I find myself forgetting to eat or drink or sleep, so consumed am I with the need to set up the games, those life-changing tests that are now my work and my sole passion. Hunger has sometimes been ignored or forgotten, and my apprentices have had to remind me to eat or drink, or get some much-needed sleep ( Read more... )

( In bed )

I don't believe that one bad day can entirely change who a person is, but I believe that a bad day, or few hours, or even minutes, can alter the course of a life ( Read more... )

I suppose a sense of humor is something I have been sadly lacking of late. It’s hard to laugh when you’re dying and on a mission to enlighten others about the appreciation of life ( Read more... )

Mun Note: This ficlet is AU and RP-based.John’s marriage to Jill, for the most part, had been happy. They had shared so much in common, in ways that merged the physical, intellectual and spiritual. He could talk about anything with her, and the little romantic gestures, the poetry quotes, the walks by the ocean and the unexpected flowers now and ( Read more... )

Hypocrisy. There was never a greater sin that I punished through the games ( Read more... )

Yes, there is definitely someone I owe an apology to, if not several apologies ( Read more... )