Here I am again!! I decided to look at my prompt list and write a few more drabbles.
Here's something that I know all of you literate people out there will enjoy... it was introduced to me at least a year ago, and I thought that many more people should get to read it. I appreciated it very much. Some of you may have heard it before, but if you haven't please read it.
I DID NOT WRITE THIS. NOR DO I OWN IT.
The Dash
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not how much we own;
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard.
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
-Linda Ellis
Son
Fang sat in the middle of the bed, cradling the small form in his hands. He didn't move an inch, simply stared down in wonder.
The little bundle of black hair on his lap stared back with serious brown eyes.
Fang maneuvered the child so that he was lying along the crevasse between his legs, which were pressed together as to support the tiny person. Fang's large hands were underneath his head, supporting him.
The baby blinked lazily.
Fang slowly, slowly pulled one hand from underneath the child and traced his fingers gently along his features.
…the dark, serious eyes that were such a reflection of his own…
…the thick mop of black hair that Fang knew for a fact would be impossible to tame when he grew up…
…and a beautiful, delicately shaped face that definitely wasn't Fang's.
"You look like your mom, little man," Fang breathed almost silently to the baby on his lap.
Fang heard footsteps and he could help the silly smile that spread across his face when he recognized the gait.
"Max!"
She slid into the room, a bright smile greeting him.
"Hey, Fang." She saw the small bundle on his lap and her gaze softened as she took in the scene. "How is he?"
"Fine," Fang answered, standing up carefully. He walked across the room to her and took her into his arms, the baby cradled between them. He buried his face into her neck, smiling into the warmth.
"I have a son."
Cheat
Max's forehead creased as she concentrated. The glow of the laptop screen lit Fang's and her face, illuminating them gently in the dark room.
The screen went black and two blinking words appeared on the screen informed her that the game was over.
Max glared at Fang, who she was crammed into a single seat with.
"You cheat."
"Me?" Fang looked insulted. "Never."
"Well, how else do you win all the time?" Max argued.
Fang grinned at her. "All hail the game god."
Max scowled. "Ok, let's play again."
Shelter
Three…
Max glanced around frantically for somewhere to hide as the red blinking numbers on the screen counted down much too quickly.
Two…
Angel, Iggy, Nudge, and the Gasman escaped through the door and fled for the forest like Max had yelled at them a minute prior to do.
One…
Suddenly Max's vision was filled with black as a form leapt at her and dragged her under a desk, holding her securely.
BOOM.
The explosion tore through the building, shaking the rafters and destroying walls. Fang's body curled protectively over Max, his arms an iron cage around her and his hands covering her face and holding her head down.
Max felt Fang grunt and heard a thud as something hit him in the back, but he didn't waver.
Eventually the smoke clouds cleared and Max felt Fang's grip loosen. He shoved the desk powerfully from over them and it crashed to the floor a few feet away. Max stood up and Fang turned around to face her, his dark eyes serious.
"You okay?"
"Fine," Max coughed. "You?"
Fang gave her a little smile that made her heart jump. "A few bruises, but I'll live."
Max sighed and started picking her way out of the mess. "Well, that's what you get for trying to be a roof."
So, what did you think? You can comment on the story, or the poem, or both.
Orrr... you could comment on the fact that I updated my hot guys list in my profile. :D If you can think of any that I'm missing or books with them that you think I should read based on my preferences, go for it!
Aha.. so yeah. Review!
