Albuscus

April 7th Dear diary, Sorry for not writing on my momma's birthday, but I was way too busy! My daddy and I had to rush so fast to finish the artwork for her, and not only that, but we also had to set up the dinner my daddy planned to have with her. He was so stressed. I feel bad for him, but it paid off, I think! My momma was so happy today! I'm glad. We all went out for lunch, and my momma and daddy went out alone for dinner. They need some time alone on her birthday! Meanwhile, my brother, Todd, Zaza and I were getting ready for the best thing ever! We get to stay all night at school! Eee! I'm so excited! We have to stay up all night, thoug

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

(While reading, I would recommend listening to Breathe Me by Sia. It adds ambiance.) Darkness. It surrounded the young girl, the one who loved light so much; the one who used to wear such a bright smile, the one who always laughed and was happy. But now, she sat on the head of a table, leather straps attached to it, as if to hold down the legs, arms, head and torso of someone. Blood was on the table, fresh blood too. It stained the clothes she wore, as it was matted in her straight hair as well. But that wasn’t very noticeable; her hair was blood colored anyway. A deep, yet vibrant red. She had dyed it when she was younger, to symboliz

I never thought of this future. This future, of me turning out to be a wife and a mother. I always thought I'd end up a famous warrior or something, as I wasn't a huge fan of children. I tolerated them, yes. But I never actually liked them. They were too much to handle for me; I'm not always the 'responsible, smart' penguin I was probably supposed to be. I know Skipper trained us to be like that, level headed, yet always on guard and responsible. Plus tough. But it never completely got through. Then, I met James. I hated him at first; I hate everyone at first, but this was different. This hate confused me. I knew I disliked him strongly,

BASICS Name: Zachary Jones Meaning of name: Hebrew; 'the Lord remembers' Nickname: Zach Meaning of nickname: Hebrew; 'pure' Stereotype: Kind brother Age: Very early twenties Race: Caucasian Hometown: Rochester,  NY Birthday: May 29th Astrological Sign: Gemini Species: Human Gender: Male Religion: Catholic Allergies: None Sexual preference: Straight Occupation: Member of Imperium; daycare worker Way of speaking: Regular, boy voice; slightly deep Theme Song(s): None Personal Quote: "Can't we do this without violence?" APPEARANCE Hair color: Black Hair style and length: Short, neat hair Eye color: Deep blue Eyesight: 20/20 Height: 5'5" Weight: 1

Metal. The only thing I see every day of my life. Cold, grey, dull, and dark – blocks me from the light above. The thing I want to see so badly, the thing I haven’t seen for fourteen, excruciatingly long years. But today, today that ends. I get to leave this metal prison, where I have been held under my will for so long, away from the family I had that is slowly fading in my mind. This drives me crazy – the thought of my parents and my friends is the only thing that keeps me sane. That thought gives me hope, and I can’t let it fade. My name is Cello, though I like to be called Chell. I’m not sure why I

The fire crackled, illuminating the boy sitting in front of the large, stone fireplace. His black hair had an orange tint, as did his skin and eyes, which wouldn't – couldn't – look away from the flames dancing on the hot coals. He seemed almost entranced by them as he stared on. By him sat a small cat, curled up as she paid him no attention, too concentrated on sleeping. Her fur was the color of the young boy's hair, shining and sleek. She twitched a bit, temporarily breaking the boy's gaze away from the flames. "Isabel? You startled me, I didn't realize you were here." The boy cracked a small smile as he reached down to pet t