OMG, like, drabble!
I finally caved and wrote a Gears of War drabble. I want to write more, but having problems getting the words I want.
It you don't know what Gears of War is....you have the internet. Look it up, for crying out loud. LOL
He can still remember his mother's funeral.
Not the burial itself, but how his father shook as they held hands. And the broken whispers, floating down to him, earth-shattering in their context.
How am I going to do this without her? There's no way I can...my god...Marcus...
A promise was made that day. He would become stronger, so as not to become a burden. And to protect his father, so he would never again have to feel afraid.
Twenty years later, huddling in a corner of his cell, wracked with grief, he wonders how he managed to fail so spectacularly.
It you don't know what Gears of War is....you have the internet. Look it up, for crying out loud. LOL
He can still remember his mother's funeral.
Not the burial itself, but how his father shook as they held hands. And the broken whispers, floating down to him, earth-shattering in their context.
How am I going to do this without her? There's no way I can...my god...Marcus...
A promise was made that day. He would become stronger, so as not to become a burden. And to protect his father, so he would never again have to feel afraid.
Twenty years later, huddling in a corner of his cell, wracked with grief, he wonders how he managed to fail so spectacularly.