Whispers From 12AM
Twenty-four siblings live in six houses. Twenty-four to monitor, safe-guard and breathe life into each hour of the day. Keres of dark hour twelve and Zapgelium of dark hour three believe that they were born to the trickiest two hours; hours where humans are particularly prone to mischief and shenanigans beyond their understanding. Their brothers and sisters just don't understand how taxing this is.
Hour To Hour
House one is a bright place, a warm place where mountains tower and trees flourish. Sun rays filter through the elm and maple trees, spilling onto fallen acorns. The sky is brillant, cloudy blue and the forest is dotted with tents and trail mix crumbs. It never snows in house one.
12:00 PM has hair like lemonade, a crown of daisies, and a voice like a gentle breeze.
1:00 PM has hair that coils and bounces and a spray of cute freckles on her dark skin. Flower petals and beads decorate her locks. She wears only the mud and a charming gap-toothed smile.
2:00 PM has leaves in her hair and grass stains on her knees. Her eyes are green as the canopy above and the mosses below and her hair has is the shade of elm bark.
3:00 PM has red-gold hair long and silky. It as a bite of fresh strawberry. Her lips are a soft, glossy pink. She likes to feel the sun on her skin, unhindered by cloth.
House two is a golden place, sizzling hot. To the west is a beach and to the east is a forest with a small creek. The fireflies come out at 7:00 and they dance at the treeline between the orange spit of a sparkler. Before then, as the sun makes its way down a gold-orange haze settles over the beach. The sun winks and twinkles upon gently lapping waves as they meet sparkling sand. Turtles retreat back into the waters and footprints are the only thing left at a still smoldering fire.
4:00 PM loves hibiscus, he covers himself in them. His slanted eyes are deep like the skin of a manta ray. A necklace of shark teeth and fish bone clanks upon his scarred chest.
5:00 PM has sand between his toes and shells in his dreadlocks. They bob as he takes his surfboard and runs to the waves. 5:00 PM is always a rush and a thrill. Always an adventure.
6:00 PM is full of sea foam and pearls they spill from her mouth and cling to her hair.
7:00 PM has skin of bronze and hair of fire; gold, orange, and soft tips of pink. Her skin is delicately tanned and glows radiantly with roll on body glitter.
House three is is a quiet, contemplative one with a crisp bite. Situated on the countryside the corn grows tall and the apple orchard thrives offering a cacophony of warm scents to take the edge of the bite; cinnamon, cider, sweet potato, and pumpkin pie.
8:00 PM smells like hay baking in the sun. 8:00 PM wears her hair in braids and mud on the soles of her feet. Oftentimes she is plucking corn leaves out of her hair. She is fond of flannel and the feeling of a warm mug held within her palms.
9:00 PM takes on an aroma like powdered sugar and cinnamon. He’s a jittery little guy who just lost a tooth.
10:00 PM is a cheerful fellow with a large gut and a scruffy beard and a scent like popcorn popped as it should be; over a fire.
11:00 PM itches for the feeling of Halloween. 11:00 PM is the shadow that creeps in before midnight and whispers in you ear. 11:00PM promises skin crawling dreams and spooks and scares She smells like cider by a fire.
House four is a frigid place, dark as pitch. It is an overgrown graveyard with dead trees that wave silvery, skeletal branches at those who wander through the drifts of snow and beyond the dark metal gates. There are bats here and ravens, mostly in the dilapidated church. The crows and black cats lurk in the moslems and slink around glittering, frosted tombstones.
12:00 AM is a short but willowy thing. Her hair, thick and dark, is pulled into two small buns while the rest hangs just at her pale winter-white shoulders. Eyes of red sear into the perpetual darkness of house four, casting a soft red glow on her cheekbones. A bat hangs on one outstretched arm while an ink rendition of it paints her chest.
1:00 AM has lips of teal blue and eyes that can’t open against a film of ice.
2:00 AM wears piercings on his brows, lips, and septum. Frost tipped black hair.
3:00 AM joined the family late. She wasn’t supposed to exist, they took her in after finding her in the woods. Silvery hair strewn with sparkling spiderwebs spiderwebs spills over her skeletal face. She is as gloomy as her lover, 3:00PM is bright. Her skin is nearly translucent like the moonstone that hangs at her neck.
House five is vibrant and lush. It is colorful and dreamy, evershifting, everchanging. It is the moments between, the moments unthought of. The moments elusive. It is tucked into the grasses of an endless meadow with a cluster of white gazebos.
4:00 AM strokes a long white beard
5:00 AM is a mother. A mother to the rest of the hours. She is 4:00 AM’s wife. She is fond of large, gaudy bead necklaces and golden bangles that dangle upon her gangly, wrinkly limbs.
6:00 AM is covered acrylic paint
7:00 PM is covered in wax
House six is a rush it is busy and bustling.
8:00 AM likes to paint her lengthy nails in shades of bright red.
9:00 AM doesn’t believe in taking breaks.
10:00 AM wears his hair slicked back
11:00 AM is 10:00AM’s twin and business partner. She has a fondness for neckties and expensive cologne.