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Challenge Drabble for October 2018's the topic is Books.

316 String Theory drabbles written — and counting.


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Walter (2)

The Taste Of Ashes

by Delilah


"Yes?" Delilah turns in her seat, pausing the sewing machine. Walter stands at her shoulder, clutching a tattered paperback.

"Lukas said Phoenix hurt people. You guys saved them, though?" The dismay in Delilah's face has Walter shying away. "Right?"

"Honey? of course we did… But," Walter's brow furrows, and Delilah looks briefly away from incoming disappointment. She hates these moments. "Sometimes… it wasn't as simple as that."

"Did? you kill anybody?" His voice is small. Her heart sinks and pounds before she is silent a moment too long.

"Walter- -!"

The slam of feet on stairs carry him away.

Samson Thirteen: Walter

by Delilah

i dont get to be rough anymore. i will be like hahcheekoh and i will wait for him to get big every day more. i dont know what that means but i will do it because i love him.

he still is very tiny but she says Walltur will get big like me. i hope it comes soon. when winter is gone i think.

we will play on the beach

i show him SqueaksSqueakseeks he likes them. when he yells i lick his face clean. when he is sleeping i stay there too. i am a good dog.

i am a good dog.


by Delilah

He can't walk, or talk, or even crawl yet, but I think he's quickly becoming my best friend. I don't think I've ever had a proper one, to be honest.

I have friends, and lovers, and family, but there's never been someone that-

Friends listen, lovers hold you, family consoles you if they must-

-but none of them have that immeasurable bond.

I always imagined having a new family to replace the one that I lost, but I never expected just the two of us. I think we're a pretty good pair, though.

I hope my old family thinks the same thing.

Samson Twelve: Lullaby

by Delilah

she has been doing good. i have been doing good too.

she sings to him even though he is not yet. i put my nose by her when she sleeps and i know he is there still. i do not make too many notes these days because-

i want to be here forever but i cant so i try to take what a dog can get. i have the puppies now too so i have been teaching them lots. some of them are not so smart.

she has such a pretty voice when she sings to him.

i love you.


by Delilah

Two months ago it was storming. I'm remembering that it was raining both times- both funerals. Raining during the plane over to the United States. I only think of it now because I wonder what they'd all think now.

My dad would be bursting angry, but my mom would be like honey in tea. Everyone else too. My dad was always kind of pissed at everything.

He'd be happy in the end. So will I, I think. I just need this coldness to be over. I gotta feel the warm sun again, to feel like a yellow daffodil in the yellow springtime.

Siabhra Sails

by Delilah

My mother used to sing a lullaby to me, and I yearn to sing it for someone else. The kids may like it, but I doubt they will truly understand the love that I can feel in it.

I will have to keep it on my cuff for someone else. It's such a beautiful song.

Sleep, my child, for the red-bee hums,
The silent twilight falls,
Aoibheall from the Grey Rock comes,
To wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy,
My love and heart's desire,
The crickets sing you a lullaby,
Beside the dying fire.

Samson Eleven: Gray

by Delilah

people have told me that i see black and white- i dont know what those care but i havent seen either one of them ever.

i remember the first one to tell me that, it was not long before the snow! he smelled like animals and he had a big coat. he said to me, he said-

"dogs are lucky to see black and white. to you, there is good and bad, it is simple. someone that hurts your human is bad, someone that feeds you is good. i cannot recall ever thinking so simply."

i like black and white.

Samson Ten: Runaway

by Delilah

we had to leave, she had to stay. i am with Dafnee and Koorbinn and-

-there is a cat here. his name is Gayberee-ell and he has eyebrows. it is kind of disturbing. he hisses. he lets me drink his water bowl, and Koorbinn told me not to eat any of his food but i am very hungry! i smell things in the little kitchen.

i can smell other things too i think bad things happened here, there is a little room that i dont like but the books smell interesting.

i hope i see everyone again soon.

Samson Nine: Teeth

by Delilah

i hear them talk about what happened sometimes, they dont always go away from me so i hear a lot. they think i dont know.

there are dogs on The Island that hurt people- they killed babies they said, and came to hurt Dee's people they killed a baby killed a baby a baby.

no no no

we do not no no no

that is not what we do

we are best friends and princes and knights and sisters and brothers

we are man's best friend

if they come i will use my teeth

i will be a good dog.

The Seeds Root

by Delilah

The greenhouse was always full- she could breathe in the smells So she spent most of her time playing inside, hiding under the wooden tables, shelves, and slats.

She would sit under the dripping tables of garden flowers, with dirty knees, hands, fingernails, smudges on her nose and cheeks.

Walter would often kick her out.

But her fingers were tracing peepholes before she would be discovered. Delilah found herself peeking past little grimy holes on the other side of glass.

Grandfather was such a magician! Oh, what magic!

One day she would be that good!


by Delilah

"They are all that I have now, and you come with this?"

"I'm sorry, Walter."

"Get out. Now."

Delilah doesn't like it when he gets angry; it is the kind of anger that seethes out of him. The man in fine clothes leaves the greenhouse. Delilah, tiny and hiding in her flowery dress, studies him from her spot behind the door. He had a stern brow and a big nose.

She goes to moon over Walter as she always does. There is a ribbon in her red hair that he fusses with, smiling weakly, warmth in his piercing blue eyes.

Occhi azzurri, Capelli rossi

by Delilah

When her hands, soft and firm, are entwined in his paws of long digits and rough palms, she always remembers the gentleness in them- him; the brushes of coarseness along the curves of her thighs, the fingers to her hair. Lips touching gingerly over the arches of her neck, her own to the scratchiness of jawbone. His heat seeping into her muscles, her touch to the chill surface of his skin, cold from rain, crisp on contact just like his eyes- which she can only try to warm with the earthen heat of her own. Fire and water make steam.

Samson Eight: Upside Down

by Delilah

sometimes i like to lay on my back and watch them. they think that i fall asleep like that! how silly.

i sit and watch them do things when they think i am sleeping. not many of them do interesting things. Franswah comes to check and this time he brought me food. so many of them feel things that i do not think that they notice they are feeling. most of them. guys like Teeoh even have several things!

so i watch them and see what is wrong and then i try to make good! everyone cept Franswah likes kisses.

Samson Seven: Future

by Delilah

i wont last forever, i know that much! but i dont know how long i will be around. i know when i go, Dee will be sad- she calls me her baby, but maybe she will not be alone forever! she makes a good mum for me.

but one day i will die-

but before that i will protect her pup like it was my own, yes- and she and her pup can sit with me when i leave so we can be happy.

for now i will be her baby.

it is a small price to pay for love.

Samson One: Hope

by Delilah

The Man was very sick- The Man needed me to watch him. then it was the Box. i was there for many days.

many days, many days, i smelt death even though they were very young and very strong and very loyal and there were many. the little ones see me through the wire always cold on my nose when i greet them- i smelled cold but it was hot and dry and summer.

the cold was there when Dahlailah came and took me home. my name is Samsuhn here too and she needs me too. i can do it.

Samson Two: Mascot

by Delilah

i dunno why Dahlailah does this to me. i dont mind but the wool is itchy and it makes me hot when we are inside. she smiles when i dont take it off and we can go out to visit everyone now. Teeoh has tennis balls Ahbee has bones Jessie sits with me and watches but sometimes we run.

i like to see Jhairee and Ahleeceiah and Mugguls and Jupitur and we play but Sandrah does not like it when Mugguls fights.

the people in houses like to pet me i do make them feel better! I DO I DO!

Samson Three: Crisis

by Delilah

nobody came for me after she left, so i was afraid Dahlailah was like The Man. Jessie Leeoh Jessie? came for me and hugged me and took me with him. i stay in here with her and the others who are sick and i will sit with them and kiss it away.

i dont think they know what to do. there are some babies. it makes me sad.

Jessie takes me to walk outside a lot. Jessie forgets my coat sometimes, i have to remind him. i tell the good dogs about terrible things, terrible things.

Samson Four: Eyes

by Delilah

when we go to places to visit everyone has animals too. there are dogs and cats and birds and fish but i cant talk to the fish i don't breathe underwater.

Ahbee has Skarrlutt and Peelah at her house. Peelah is Teeoh bird! she tells him lots of things but he doesnt hear them. i watch her when we go because she listens to everything and tells me first so i know.

she has very tiny eyes and mine are very big. Peelah is very tiny. im not supposed to kiss her but i do. tiny kisses for tiny Peelah.

Samson Five: Annoyance

by Delilah

Mugguls likes to bother me all the time. i dont like it much. i put up with him because he is my friend. Dahlailah does that too with her people sometimes i think. i know these things when she wrinkles her nose or licks her teeth on the inside. she is too kind to her people to say when she is really feeling not good or scared or overwhelmed.

i always know though, she will hug me hard and i will sit up for her to put her head on me. i kiss her, she smiles and talks about patience.

Samson Six: Mirror

by Delilah

the smell of her perfume stings my nose when she sprays it, and it makes me sneeze when i see her grooming her reflection! i don't like it, i like her smell when she smells like My Person!

Dee will sit and fidget and look there for a long time- then she goes without me and i wait and wait and wait and waaait for so long! i hate it when she does this! i worry, yes!

when she comes home i am happy but sometimes she shuts me behind a door. i will be a good dog and wait.

Happiness: Gains

by Delilah

Happiness is everywhere. There is a lot of sadness these days, but it's the little things that matter most that also bring tiny bits of happiness. Tragedy happens, but one always has friends to turn to, or some creature to embrace. People that think they don't are fools, really, because there is always someone. Always.

I am fortunate to have a great deal of happiness, despite my hardships. I lost my family, but gained one. Lost my home, gained another. Lost my status as a human- gained a status as an evolved.

In that I gained a whole new world.

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