Albuscus

When Esmeralda opened her eyes and saw that the sun was barely risen, she was shocked. Esmeralda Crawford (or Esmeralda Mendeleev, now) was not one to wake up early, ever. Even now that she was married and had things to do, she slept as late as she could. Her husband, Connor, was always the first to wake up. He'd go downstairs and make breakfast for the both of them, not bothering to wake her. He didn't mind, anyway. This morning, though, was different. Esmeralda sat up in her bed, looking around the room before her eyes eventually landed on her husband. He was peacefully asleep, his arm draped over her stomach, right under her chest, thoug

Kablama sighed nervously as she looked in the mirror. It's almost time, she thought. Her bright red hair, newly dyed, was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore a new dress. It was pink, with silver decorations on it. She sighed again, feeling anxious about what was going to happen. She was only going to a school dance; well, a very important one, but still just a school dance. Maybe it was the fact she didn't have anyone to go with made her nervous? Either way, she wasn't as happy as she should've been. Kablama stood up from the pink wooden stool she had been sitting on, moving to sit on her bed. She was stereotypically feminine; her room

Living is definitely the hardest part of life. Waking up every day, getting out of bed, saying 'good morning' to your parents even though you know that it's not a good morning, and that you really just wanted to go back to sleep, talking to friends - all of those things are such a hassle to do, especially when you just don't want to do them. Lucky for me, I don't have many friends, so I get to skip the last part sometimes. I guess that's what happens when you cut yourself off from people. My name is Jane, and I'm sick. I'm not sick like the other kids you read about - the stories about the kids who are going to die and can't stop it. I don'

Rainy days were always the best, for Connor and Esmeralda. They were the days when the young married couple got to hang out inside, and be by themselves without any distractions. They had just recently bought a house together; it was small, but it's only their first house. It was perfect for now, as it was just them living there. It was new, to have a place that they owned and shared, but Connor and Esmeralda enjoyed it. It was the seal that they were adults, and that they would stay together, to them. On that particular rainy day, they were sitting on the couch in their living room. It was a very cozy room, with only a stone coffee table, a

After a long day of... well, doing nothing, it's typical to take a nap. Or, at least, it's typical for Clementine to take a nap. It's not like she didn't do anything, exactly, it's just she didn't do that much. She had cleaned her (very small, very messy) laboratory for once, conducted a few experiments, and did general housework. She didn't particularly enjoy her off days from work, but she probably wouldn't enjoy working if she had to do it everyday. One can never truly win in life. Clementine yawned as she walked downstairs, wearing something a bit out of character. Due to the fact her clothes were in the wash, she decided to borrow a lit

The sobbing started late at night. It was distressed and loud - not loud enough to wake up the whole house, but loud enough to wake up at least one person. Not that he minded, at all, the person who was woken up. It was his turn to tend to Timothy; Sam had done it for the past three nights, anyway. James begrudgingly swung his legs out of the bed he shared with his wife. She was fast asleep, the covers kicked off from her body. James sighed when noticing this, though had a smile. He pulled the covers back over her before standing up, ready to tend to his son. Timothy was only a few months old, and was a very sweet baby. He looked like his fa

Laughter filled the hot summer air, the sounds of splashing water mixing in with it. The day was ending, the families and groups that filled the beach packing up to leave. The kids were trying to build last-minute sandcastles, while their parents rolled up their towels and put away the gear or toys they had brought. The purples and pinks of the sky reflected off the darkening water, creating a fantastic scene that no one paid much attention to. Their day at the beach was over; they didn't care about the waters behind them. The heat and excitement of the day was gone, and they were ready to go home. For some, though... their day at the beach w

In the dim light of dawn, one would come to expect peace and serenity would fill the air. Especially in a fantastic meadow, where birds flocked and animals fed. It had fresh, green grass, with the occasional dandelion mixed in. Trees outlined it, their leaves covered in pink blossoms. The sky was a soft blue, purples and yellows mixed in at the skyline, the sun rising into the almost-clear sky. The soft tweets of the birds were the only sound that could be heard in the early morning. In the middle of the meadow was a small cottage, with no one inside. I played behind the cottage a lot when I was little, when my family went down for vacation.