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AUTHOR'S NOTE: 

This story is not about lolcats, which would be surpsing if you know me. Hi. Im dana macguyver macgovern. I kno, 2 Mcs in a row is really lame lol, my parents were on crack lol. No not really. They just really liked that show w/ Richard dean Anderson Macgovern haha. All my life i have loved herman Melville. I just want to hug him and tell him its all going to be okay. I want to have his babies. One day I was thinkng about how romantic it would be and I realized that another romantic thing is pride and prejudice! That’s how I got the idea to combine pride and prejudice w/ hermy’s best novel, Moby-Dick.  That was the summer after my parents got devorced so I spent a lot of time sitting around thinking about romance and how to make it work. Did u know people thought moby dick was bad for many years? I wish I had been there to tell him how good it was. Anyway please read and respond.

 

Love

 

Dana

 

P.S. This story is dedicated to my cat who died and was named Melville. 

 

Chapter One:

 

Call me Ismael, even though my friends call me Ishy, because we are not friends. My real name is not either of those but in fact Dara McLofflin, but I changed it to Ishmael. I don’t want to talk about it today. I frist met Willy Darcy in 2090, on the shores of Topeka Kansas, which bordered the atlantic ocean because by then the ocean covered most of the world (Y’all need to start recycling J). He was leaning against a peer staring at me- no- glaring at me- he was totally hot, tall, dark, hot and handsome, with dark hair and blue eyes that could brood into your soul. He was about 5’7” and was waering a t-shirt that said “Guinness” on it. Even though I thought his shirt was inappropriate for the beech which had children on it which I knew because when I was a child I played on the beech with my father before he divorced my mother last summer, I was instantly attracted to him (this was before I was a dude) so I went up to him.

“I also enjoy Guinness,” I declared, “Call me Ishmael. I have just arrived here in this port of Topeka Kansas looking for a spaceship on which I can put my many spaceship maintaince skills to the ultimate test. This is mostly to get my mind off of bad things that have been happening to me lately that I do not want to talk about at all. What is your major?”

“My name is Willy Darcy, Dara,” he pronounced, silently, while scowling, “I am hear because there is a woman who is not handsome and I do not want to be around her even though every man of my rich stature must be in want of a wife. I would rather lean on this peer than look at her dog face, do you understand what I’m saying? Oh by the way I have studied economics.”

 “No. It’s Ishmael,” I rejoined. I could tell we would be fast friends. 

“I can tell we will be fast friends,” I articulated.

Darcy agreed wordlessly.

 

Chapter: Two

 

The Next Day

 

I woke up thinking what a jerk Darcy was. However I would remain friends with him because I am both true and loyal. In addition I am about 5’5’’ with long red hair down to my waist. I got up and brushed my teeth which were pretty straight considering that by 2090 there were no orthodontists because President Hilary Clinton banned them after the accident. I returned to bed to see Darcy leaning under the covers sexily. His clothes were on the floor scowling. “Good morning, sweetcheeks,” he frowned. “No, it’s Ishmael,” I reminded him, “Darcy, I want to stay friends, however as I told you when we met yesterday I am bording a spaceship whose mission is to hunt something whose nature is mysterious right now. You should come with me, I’m sure there is a place for an economist onboard.”

Darcy made a ‘hmm’ sound silently. “I guess I have had a lot of free time ever since the economy was abolished by HC. I guess I can’t spend it all just hating that dog faced bitch that I hate.”

“We both have pasts, but we will work through them together on the ship.”

 

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            It was time to board the ship, which was called the S.S. Jane Austen after some author who we no longer read because in 2090 it is possible to have great books downloaded directly into our minds through our iPhones (lol get it). The ship was about 5’4” and glistened like diamonds must have glistened before the diamonds were all melted down to make solar lamps. “This ship is so beautiful,” Darcy remarked, “it is roughly the exact opposite of what that dog-faced cuntwaffle Belizabeth Bennet would look like if she were herself a ship.”

            Suddenly there was a voice from behind us. “Excuse me!” it echoed. I turned on my heal to find myself staring into the face of a gorgoes woman whose hair was like mine blonde. Her shapely hips and large bosom were tucked into a steel jumpsuit which was the uniform of a captain. Specifically, a lady captain, which was the captain only of the ladies because in the future gender roles were really divided (thank you hilary Clinton). On her large right breast, partially concealed by her long red hair, was a small name tag which read “Belizabeth Bennet, Lady Captain of the U.S.S Jane Austen the Wahle Hunting Ship of the New United States of Post-Clinton New America.”

            “What a coincidence,” I thought to Darcy, “The lady captain of this ship has the same name of the woman you hate. But this can’t be her because she’s beautiful and not like a dgo.”

            “It’s no coincidence, Dara, that is Belizabeth,” he scowled, obviously disagreeing that she did not look like a dog.

            “No, it’s Ishmael. This is a comedy of  errors! ”I announced to Darcy, then I looked to Belizabeth, smiling sheepishly to alieviate the awkward-ness, “Who are you?”

            “I am Belizabeth Bennet, Lady Captain of the U.S Jane Austen the Whale hunting ship of the New United States of Post-Clinton New America (McCain ’08),” smirked Belizabeth, “as you can probably read from my name tag. Now, if you’ll ecuse me, my Lady Captain duties will not allow me to waste my time with you men.”

            As I walked away, I heard her mutter “jerk”, and I knew she was muttering of Darcy. Who scowled and began to lean his things onto the ship. I smiled and wondered to myself “Are black cats still bad luck in space?”

 

Chapter C:

 

The Male Captain

 

Darcy and I moved into our room together. He helped me put my bags under the bed. “I hope the Lady Captain bitch and whoever the Man captain is doesn’t think it’s inappropriate for us to live together.”

            “No, it’s Ishmael,” I reinforced.

            We turned a corner and there was an incredibly tall elderly gentleman who looked slightly crazy although I cannot say why. Even though he looked like he was about to come on to me in a way that would make me uncomfortable, I was glad it wasn’t Belizabeth, because Darcy always acted especially like a jerk when she was around. “jerk,” I muttered.

            “Avast ye!” the stranger bellowed “I be captain Ahab, Man Captain of this here fine vessel.”

            “Who are you,” I asked.

            “Arrr, I hate a whale,” he whispered, “the misson of this here vessel is to send it to a watery grave through whatever means necessary. Arrr davey jones’ locker. Dara, you must use your feminine wiles. Darcy, you must use your ‘conomics.” His peg leg, which he had, twitched.

            “ No, it’s Ishmael,” I told him.

            “And a less redundant question, dumbass,” I blushed when Darcy made that statement, “how are we going to find the whale?”

            “Arr, there be a grand ball at pemberly. My sources be telling me that the whale will be in attendance. Arr.”

             

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Having met captain ahab, we set out a week later. He seemed suspicious to me in a literary sort of way. I asked Dracy what he thought but he just scowled and leaned against the porthole. “Maybe,” he told me without speaking. I looked at the porthole Darcy was leaning against, and I saw it looked like there were billions on billions of stars forming galaxies that looked like milk in my coffee, almost like some kind of creamy road through the sky. I thought about how small earth was in comparison to all that dairy in the sky, and in my brain, I wrote a poem, (copyright Gerard way and my chemical romance):

 

“And we can run, from the backdrop of these gears and scalpels

At every hour goes the tick-tock bang of monitors as

They stared us down when we met in the emergency room

And in our beds, I could hear you breathe with help from cold machines

 

Every hour, on the hour, they drew blood

 

Well I felt I couldn't take, another day inside this place

From silent dreams we never wake, and in this promise that we'll make

Starless eyes for heaven's sake, but I hear you anyway

Well I thought I heard you

Say I like you, we can get out

We don't have to stay, stay inside this place

 

Someday, this day, we kept falling down

Someday, this day, set the ferris wheel ablaze

You left my heart an open wound

And I love you for

This day, someday we kept falling down

One day, this day all we had to keep us safe

And if we never sleep again, it would never end

Well I thought I heard you say to me

We'll go so far, far as we can

And I just can't stay, one day we'll run away”

 

Had we been irresponsible with our little ball of water & dirt? Had we religuinshed the gift god had given us when we chose a leader who was not fit to rule?

 

Part Five:

 

We Are At Pemberly

 

Darcy scowled in a leonine way, “I hate balls, I mean, not that kind. Like dances. Especially when Elizabeth Dog-face is at them. But I will stay here if it means we will catch the whale and forget our pasts”. We were at Pemberly. “You haven’t even touched your freeze-dried pomegranite astronaut juice bar, with bacon’, I defined. I could understand that beneath his cold glare, Darcy was nervous. After all, Ahab had chosen to send us on this dangerous mission alone and keep every1 else on the ship as backup. We were undercover. I was dressed as a woman, which is odd, because I am a man.  Darcy was dressed as a clown, but I was worried his scowl would blow our cover. I was lost in these worries when I heard a voice, “Excuse me, you handsome, less than happy clown, but may I be so bold as to ask for this dance?” The DJ had just turned on Josh Groban feat. My Chemical Romance, which is an extremely popular remix in the future. I looked up and found myself staring into the gorgeous face beneath blonde hair of none other than the lady captain known by the name of Belizabeth Bennet!

“Belizabeth!” Darcy exclaimed in a voice that was distinctly jerkly and therefore easily recognized as his. I don’t blame him though because the shock made him forget he was undercover.

“Darcy, it’s you. I can’t believe I am attracted to you considering what a jerk you are; however I am, I can’t deny it. You have bewitched me body and soul. Will you dance with me.”

Darcy scowled, deep in thought. “You…” he hesitated, “… suck.”

Belizabeth smirked in a manner unbefitting a lady captain and stormed off.

 “Why did u do that?” I queried, “it’s insubordination.”

“Untrue, she only commands the ladies, thanks to the captainship amendment to the constitution put in place years ago by that president we don’t talk about.”

“You mean Hilary Clinton?” I responded

“Yes, I did in fact mean Hilary Rodham Clinton, who ran on the democratic ticket in 2008. People were foolish and voted for her even though they knew she would pass that horrible amendment,” he inspirited, grimly.

“Let’s not talk about about it. She might have been sending us an important message from the captain. Go after her, apologize, and get the message.”

At first Darcy insisted “no”, but eventually I convinced him in a way I can’t write about ;).

But I came to a realization. Captain Ahab had specifically sent only us on this mission and left everyone else as back-up. If Belizabeth was here, it could only be 4 one reason- SHE WAS THE WHALE !!!

            “I’m gay,” Darcy exclaimed.

 

Scene Nine:

 

The Finale

 

So: Elizabeth was the whale. I knew what I had to do, all by myself because I was a strong woman, or would be if I were not in fact a man, and because Darcy is a jerk. Even though he is a jerk though, I didn’t want to leave him alone with a dangerous whale that had taken away Captain Ahab’s leg and is now a lady captain. If I ever wanted to get revenge and forget about my past, I would have to harpoon my own Lady Captain.

            Back on Mars, I ran quickly over Olympus Mons, the highest mountain in the solar system, which I had learned about actually in school the very day my dad picked me up early to get me to read over some papers about mom. Near the top of the mountain, I found Darcy and Elizabeth making out in the space rain on the space moor. “Darcy!” I warned loudly, “Get away from her! She is not really a dog-faced lady that you are making out with, but really a whale!”

 

DARCY: But, I love her!

 

ME: But, a whale!

 

BELIZABET: What?

 

ME: Whale!

 

DARCY: I love her!

BELIZABETH: What?

 

DARCY: I LOVE YOU!

 

Me: A whale!

 

BELIZABETH: I love you too!

 

Me: A whale!

 

Me: A whale!

 

Darcy: A what?

 

Belizabeth: A whale!

 

(Then I harpooned her while she was distracted by my wordplay.)

 

Her tail lashed wildly at the air, swatting the majestic face of the mountain and causing an avalanche. Darcy leaned against a tree for safety. I looked sadly at the two lovers, but knew it was for the best. Darcy fell to his knees, “No, Belizabeth, don’t die! I want to marry you!” Belizabeth blushed as she smirked out a mighty roar, “I’m losing a lot of blood, and also I might die of consumption. After all, it is raining.”

I realized that, like many of Herman Melville’s characters, captain Ahab was crazy, and that maybe the space psychiatrist I had spoken to once was correct in saying that my affection for him was created to fill a void that was in my life maybe. I helped Darcy lift Belizabeth and carry her back to the ship. I rubbed space Neosporin on her woundz and kissed her. At that exact moment there, Captain Ahab rushed in his craziness all unzipped. I did not see  him as the kindly man I once did. He pushed the red lever on the wall and everyone on the ship who I had not introduced because they were not really important to the story screamed wherever they were which was not where I was because if they were I would have described them. The ship rocked back and forth erroneously and I called to Darcy who was only a foot away from me, “Quicky! Use your ‘conomics!”

Leaping to the hull he pressed various buttons and dials with a rougish confidence that I and Belizzy both found very attractive. Possibly ahab too because being crazy he may have also been a homosexual which is not normal, because they are only 4% of the population which is not very much and it is a disease (McCain ’08). He grabbed Ahab’s fairy face and smashed it into the control panel multiple times, breaking his crow nose and ugly cheeks. “Eat conomics Herman McGovern”. The water that the lever had put into the ship flushed out into space. Also the fire went out and the life support came back on.

 

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Now I throw a handful of rice into the air, where it floats because there is no gravity in space. Belizzy, who now that she has come out as a Whale has taken the name Marouska,  looks beautiful in her dress. Her and Darcy walk out of the wedding chapel smiling and laughing and very lovey with their each other. I smiled as a tear fell from my eye and immediately froze and floated away because we were in space. But then my next tear fell and landed on a white rose that was being carried in a dove’s mouth as it flew on its way to heaven where angels live and no one is ever away from her family. A dark time had ended and Captain Ahab slept with the fisses. “Thanks for making my dream a realty, Ishmael,” said Darcy.

            “ No, it’s----“ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

THE END. 

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To have facilitated the distribution of Dana's work across cyberspace is an honor that brings tears to my eyes.

- Gothicus Maximus  

 

 

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Chomsky and Herman put together a study called 'The Propaganda Model' ( 1988 ) where they detail that the media perpetuate the ideas of the elite and wealthy.

What interests me most however, and what I find is most evident here in the UK, is the giant blurring of the lines between what is 'news' and what is 'advertising'. It seems more and more, we are being fed 'news' which is really just an advertisment to go and buy/try something.

Here is the most recent example; but before I go, I want you to think about how many more examples of this you can see and them maybe post replies telling us about them.

ITN News- 6 minutes ago: 14.06 16 August 2008

An orange which can be peeled in 35 seconds is to go on sale for the first time in the UK.

The launch is in a bid to win back consumers who have lost the patience to eat them. Sales of the fruit fell 2 per cent last year.

Sainsbury's said the new Australian orange can be peeled "in an average 35 seconds" and is 50 per cent sweeter than other varieties.

Peter Lyons said: "We are confident our new easy-peel orange will save our customers a huge amount of time and bother. This is an incredibly convenient citrus for people to peel and eat on the move or at their desks."

Garry Cirillo, commercial director at suppliers MMG, said: "In its home market in Australia this orange is big news and has a strong following.

"The proof of the orange is definitely going to be in the eating. If consumer feedback is as good as we expect, we are really hopeful that we can increase volumes and introduce the variety to other growers around the world to increase availability."

The Australian growing season means the variety will only be available in the UK until September 9.

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Interesting Links 8)

911 And The Propaganda Model

Artis (Band): Bb.Jon, Herman

Lampu di jalanan baru dinyalakan
malam cepat datang bermandi cahaya
Di pinggir trotoar aku menuju pulang
berkawan detak jantungku yang berbunyi

Burung-burung pun kembali ke sarangnya
beri perlindungan ke anak-anaknya
Orang-orang bergegas menuju rumah
memberi makna jiwa se keluarga

Ada yang cepat sampai tujuan
Ada yang terhenti entah dimana
Semua terserah pada niatnya
Ho ho ho.. he hey.. du ru du du..

~¡~

Lampu di jalanan baru dinyalakan
malam cepat datang bermandi cahaya
Di pinggir trotoar aku menuju pulang
berkawan detak jantungku yang berbunyi

Ada yang cepat sampai tujuan
Ada yang terhenti entah dimana
Semua terserah pada niatnya

~{}~

Ada yang terlambat sampai disana
Ada yang tak tahu mau kemana
Jangan sampai salah memilih jalan (Jangan salah memilih jalan)
Jangan sampai salah memilih jalan

Hu uu~ Hu uu~ Hu uu~
Hu uu~ Hu uu~ Hu uu~

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Endnu et stjerneskud, og jeg forsvinder i vÌlden. Alkoholen pumper min lige tunge ud af kurs. Som en søsat aborre venter jeg. Det ingenting, der dør og lever med os. 

Midt i ordene, der kom og gik blev jeg til. Som en jordklode i universerne. I vidste jeg levede, men troede ikke pü hvad jeg sagde. Endnu en forkynder. Døde i blÌst og regn, i dets hele udfoldelse.

 

Digt 2:

Et produkt fra en sommerhussofa, pĂĽ en vĂĽd Skt Hans aften.

1.

Ud af det absolutte ingenting

mørket der aldrig eksisterede

uden ironi og humor kom du mig i møde.

Jeg takker dig for dette liv

2.

Intet forstod jeg

Intet vender tilbage. Og kun intet varer evigt. Døden varsler i mit indre

Jeg ser dig for mig den dag, for lang lang tid siden

3.

Mulighederne er ubegrÌnset da vi mødes for sidste gang

Et kort øjeblik stopper vi op

mĂŚrker den milde vind

men det har regnet og natten er mørk og kold

4.

Det var sidste gang endnu en gang.

Det var sü den dag du forlod mig, hvor jeg sad med türene i hÌnderne. DÊr er jeg sü alligevel, pü godt og ondt opstüet fra de døde. Aldrig mere lover vi hinanden

 

Du tror at jeg tror at du tror

snorene opløst, marionetterne faldet sammen

Dette øjeblik oplyses af realiteternes forsvinden.

 

Digt 3:

Søndag morgen i sengen.

Tør jeg tÌnke tanken til ende

splitte idealerne og se fragmenterne som de er

faren for fortrydelse, sorg destruktion eller glĂŚden over den nyfundne frihed

jeg, der med mine selvpüførte ulykker alligevel har gjort livet vÌrd at leve.

 

PrĂŚstationsangst, en slags Kafka

som en bunke sand ved siden af pyramiderne

siger stolt, at det har jeg selv skrevet

og et eller andet forhold til Kafka og selvpüførte pinsler mü jeg have haft.

Ham, der prutter i sandet og graver navle

 

Kan mÌrke vinen i min nyre. Drømte min mor var blevet blind og at min gamle kÌreste fortrød alt, vi havde oplevet sammen. Og alligevel kan jeg nÌrmest intet huske. Noget med vejen fra Østerport til min gamle skole. 

Hengiver mig til morgenen, noget af mig vil tilbage til søvnens fortolkning og ro. Det altomgribende mørke, før stormen af indtryk.

 

Digt 4:

Fra Kreta ønskes du kÌrlighed. Naturen fortÌrer mig og mine elskede. KÌrlighedens uomtvistelige gang. Langsomt glider vi ind i hinanden. TÌt pü den skønneste orden.

Jeg prøver mig selv i turismens paradis. Slider for mening i min fantasi. Ligger i en seng med havudsigt. Kommet om pü den anden side, men hÌrg ligger og venter.

Det her vil ingenting, men er en manifestation af nydelse. Varsomt skal min mening sendes videre. Prøver at frasortere fyldet, men et ord om üret...Myggenes bid i nat, kom med onde drømme. Endnu igen har jeg füet denne mulighed.

 

I byen alene

Mine ord blegner, tiden gik fra mig. Vokser ud af ydmygheden. Glimter og forsvinder. Uvisheden og forandringen eksisterer med mig. Opstüet fra de døde. Fortabelsen i kommende liv undskylder ingen handlinger.

 

Flyet

Det her nu, hvor vi brager gennem luften, ti kilometer oppe. I min frygt mødes vi. Solen skinner imorgen over hav og land. Jeg er min egen fremtids vÌrste fjende. Motorlyd og sporadisk snak i kabinen. Altid frygter jeg den lurende katastrofe. Til tider dør jeg ved tanken. Glem mig og glÌd dig. For i dig er din frelser født.

Mørket er sort og fyldt af tomhed. Der i, findes gejsten. Partikler, der vÌlger livet. Sü smü, og dog fylder vi hele verdenen. En verden i uendeligheden. Jeg har min søns fod i siden, han ligger pü sÌdet imellem os.

Den her tid vi fik sammen. Fratages og forøges til evig tid.

We love watching the Olympics.  

It can be a little challenging in a two-bedroom New York apartment with two dogs and a cat.  But we manage.  My husband and I love to discuss what our dogs would be like if they were athletes.  I suppose we are guilty of anthropomorphizing.  This is how we believe our little bulldogs would represent the 2008 Olympics team.  Annie would be a freestyle swimmer and Lily would star as a gymnast in the balance beam competition.  

In all seriousness, cheers to Michael Phelps for breaking the records for most gold medals in a career. We're rooting for you in Beijing.  And we love little Herman.  Go Phelps! 

 

Adalah Herman Saksono, lelaki sintal anggota Cah Andong, komunitas blogger Yogyakarta, yang mengembangkan situs partisipatif ini.

Kemudian, kawan-kawan penyedia blog hosting dagdigdug mengajaknya dalam sebuah kerja sama strategis.

Maka, Sabtu pekan lalu, keduanya pun bersepakat bergandengan tangan. Kesepakatan itu dirayakan dalam acara tumpengan plus kopdar kerakyatan di Wisma Joglo, Yogyakarta.

Apa itu Cerpenista?

Cerpenista adalah aplikasi web untuk menulis cerpen bergotong-royong sambung menyambung. Di sini seorang pengguna dapat menjadi sutradara sekaligus penonton sebuah cerita. Sutradara, karena alur cerita di tangan si penulis; dan penonton karena lanjutannya tergantung orang lain.

Sampean juga bisa ikut berpartisipasi, belajar menulis cerpen di sana. Jangan takut salah. Coba saja dulu. Siapa tahu lama-lama sampean malah ketagihan. Barangkali saja nama sampean bakal terukir dalam catatan sejarah sebagai angkatan sastrawan baru era 2008.

Kalaupun sampean belum tertarik ikut menulis, nikmati saja foto-foto kopdar heboh di Wisma Joglo, Sabtu malam itu. Klik saja album Mbak Yeni Sandal.

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“Andy?”

It had been over thirty years since he saw his brother.

“Hey Bro. Missed ya.”

Small arms wrapped around Sherman’s shoulders. He pulled back, saw they were the same height. Andy hadn’t grown up—Sherman was eleven again.

“I’m still older,” Andy crowed.

“By seven minutes,” Sherman laughed. He hugged his twin again. “Herman Andrew, I’ve missed you so much.”

This time, it was Andy who pulled back. He smiled in a sad way.

“I’ll miss you some more.”

“What?”

“You have to go back.” Andy pointed into the fog. “They need you.”

“No! Andy, I just found you. I need you. You’re the half that’s been missing all these years.”

Andy put his hands on Sherman’s shoulders. His green eyes suddenly held all the wisdom in the universe.

“Emily and the kids need you. She’s sick, Sherm. They won’t be able to make it better.”

His beautiful Emily? She was ten years his junior and healthy. Andy had to be wrong.

“Who’ll take care of the kids if you don’t go back?” Andy asked. He seemed to be pushing at Sherman.

“Come with me!” Sherman begged, even though he knew it was impossible. Andy’s body was long gone.

“Hurry, before it’s too late. They doctors can’t help if you’re not there.”

Sherman wanted so bad to stay with Andy. His brother never had a chance at life. Then he had an idea.

“Take my place. Go instead of me.”

Andy’s jaw dropped and eyes widened. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not? Nobody will know, and you can have a life. Have the experiences you’ll never have otherwise.”

Andy took a step in the direction then moved back, shaking his head. “They’re your family. It wouldn’t be right.”

Sherman pulled his twin close and kissed him on top of his head.

“I’ll be here for Emily, you’ll be there for the kids.”

“Go Herman.” A young woman appeared behind Andy. It was their mother as she looked in her high school photos. “It is the right thing to do.”

The fog began to lose its brightness. Andy gaped back and forth between Sherman and their mother. Their father stood just behind her and nodded. He spoke.

“You’ll be given what you need to continue Sherman’s life. It will be difficult, but it will also be the most wonderful give those children could have. They’ll see a difference, but they won’t be orphaned. Love them as your own, and they’ll be by your side for the rest of your days.”

Andy seemed frozen in place. Without another word, Sherman grabbed the boy’s arms and pushed him toward the living.

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The heart monitor picked up a steady beat and held. Emily held the tears until her husband was safely nestled in the ICU. She couldn’t afford to lose him. The kids couldn’t afford it.

The doctor had called earlier that day with the news, before the emergency nurse contacted her. The headaches weren’t going to get better. She needed Sherman to pull through.

He looked awful, draped in all the tubes and lines. When he opened his eyes, though, she knew he was back to stay.

THE END

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