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Selene looks around the dark Badr, the place she’s always called home. With it’s dark purple grass, navy blue circle buildings, and the glowing yellow wall surrounding Badr, the setting made Selene shiver. But sometimes, well most of the time, she’s wondered was there a place with sunlight, was there a place where it’s wasn’t always night? She would ask her two friends Molly and Marry the twins, but they would call her crazy. So Selene would just stargaze and think, wonder, and hope. Without any siblings and since her parents were divorced Selene did that a lot … just lay on the soft grass and stargaze, feeling a cool breeze come through. Alone by herself just the way she liked it, with no one around with in miles. To Selene it was perfect. ZZZZZZZ

. “Yes! I thought it was you but you were sleeping,” I tell her quietly.

“This is lovely,” I say, and pull off my sandals and sit on the edge of the bed.

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

She silently ascends up the stairs to her bedroom – her safe-haven. She’s laying beneath the blankets, hoping sleep will soon be washing over her and take her far away from this place her parents force her to call home.

“What is that noise anyway? It sounds like” but before she can finish her statement Sheila lets out a loud scream startling the others.

Such an unusual time, this minute of sleeping. It’s around noon, half past eleven, and the room was so quiet that if you were to listen close you could hear little ants running across to reach the crumbs that had scattered beneath the counter and onto the floor. The walls are quiet, too, with nothing to watch, they close their eyes and rest soundly. The lamps bleed light into the room, but as time passes, the bulbs dim with death and eventually burn out.

“Yup!” he sets them down onto the coasters and joins you on the couch with a plop. He buries himself underneath the fleece, wrapping his arms around your front and his legs around your legs.

She closed her eyes and let it’s warmth comfort her like a warm blanket. “Not a big bad guy.” She thought. “Little like a penny. The sun is good. Comforting.” She stayed like that for a while. Perhaps if she looked up at the sun long enough, it would kiss her skin with a golden gleam. Maybe then, would she have enough confidence to go play, and run, and chirp with the other kids. Or if not, maybe she wouldn't be lonely anymore, because the sun was right there, and it wouldn't leave her. It would stay above her, comfort her with it’s comforting rays. It would stand by her like something she longed to have; it would stand by her like a

A sliver of light poked through the curtains and a magpie warbled from the porch. Other birdsong also filtered through-- a soft chorus yet to reach its peak. JB lay awake, observing Poppy’s back, and the slow rise and fall of her slumbering breath. Twice this week he’d woken to such a sight, the skin of her shoulders smooth and pale compared to the red marbled version of his own. Her hair hung down her spine in blonde tousled curls; enticing enough for him to entangle a finger.

In my dark I hear her rubber heels hit the tile and the stuff in her wicker bag clash with the jar of her walking as she passes me in the hall. She walks stiff. When I open my eyes she’s down the hall about to turn into the glass Nurses’ Station where she’ll spend the day sitting at her desk and looking out her window and making notes on what goes on out in front of her in the day room during the next eight hours. Her face looks pleased and peaceful with the

These Capes for Little Girls is way more than just a hollow play costume. The glamour of snow will start to show as soon as you adorn it over her shoulders and fasten the Velcro like tabs. The sparkling of the glittering silver stars will create a majestic environment of a snowy winter night. The simmering silver tripping makes it looks like greatest of the imperial wears adding a superb elegance. This is completely washed by machine with no dry dripping and no bleach. Its qualitative stitching and consummate construction with best materials has given it the dynastic look of a carriage to a far away kingdom of their dreams full of fantasies & wonders.

The front door slamming let Bella know her mother and the new toy boy were home. She closed her eyes, inhaled and let it out slow. When she heard her mother’s door shut and the muffled giggles that followed, she made her way to her own room.

An oversized sweater melted her upper body into a jumble, helping her to not worry about any small clothing exposing parts of her body, generally paired with jeans. Plain and simple, how she liked it. After looking out the windows, she walked towards one of them to peer a bit farther out. It was still a little dark out, as the sky had become a pastel indigo, but sadly not enough to justify her going back to bed. Naomi meandered back to her bed, and slouched over. Her hair obstructed her view of it, but she decided for the hours until school she would just lie and stare at her dresser. Studying the intricate carvings gave her peace of mind, and soothed her

The outside was still light, but the curtains were covered inside and the light smoke from the fireplace emitted a dim, strange light on the room, leaving dark shadows. Brantain was sitting in one of these shadows, and he was clenched and uncomfortable. Thanks to the darkness, he could comfortably direct his love-filled gaze to the girl sitting in the fireplace. The girl was so beautiful, she had a beautiful skin color for healthy brunette girls, and she seemed very calm as she stroked the silky feather of the cat in her lap. And occasionally, he looked glanced at his friend in the shadows. They were talking about different things, not what