SexismBoys will be boysSexism3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Girls shall be ladies
Boys romp and play
make mud pies and fight
Girls have tea-parties
dress up and act like grown-ups
we chuckle when boys return
covered head to toe in mud
we scold when a girl returns
with a grass stain on her clothes
Boys shout and holler
Girls wait and listen
'Lower your voice girl,'
they say when she squeals
'Is it because I'm a girl?'
she asks quietly
They lie respond with 'no,
its just what is proper'
Then why aren't boys
silenced when they scream
Girls have voices too!
We are they the silenced ones?
Bye Bye HawkeyeBye Bye HawkeyeBye Bye Hawkeye5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Riza Hawkeye always considered her life to be pointless without a hope for the future. It all began when she lost her mother and continued with her father distancing himself from her. She had long considered herself one of those people that where doomed from the start, that is until she met him.
It wasn't until she met Roy Mustang, a young man with high hopes for the future, his future that is. He showed up at her father's house one day asking to be tutored under him and learn the ways of alchemy. Riza couldn't help but admire him and his goals from afar and wished she could have the goals and hopes that he did.
But eventually he mastered the basics of alchemy and left town. It wasn't until several years later that he came back a soldier for the Amnetris army, ironically the day Riza's father died. It was then that she finally got the nerve to talk to him and to her surprise he responded and said that she should consider joining the military. At the time she wasn't
RockabyeWet, warm, pulsing pain. Cold and damp, the concrete floor and walls caused everything to echo dully. Every slight movement reverberated, and played over in her ears. The room faded in and out as the waves of lightheadedness came and went. The thick, metallic scent of blood immediately flooded her senses, overwhelming her to the point of near-sickness.Rockabye5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Brightness all around her, yet the mood was so grim, so deadly. She was somewhat thankful that she was unable to see everything around her. That bastard doctor with his lazy eye and gold tooth, nervously sweating despite the fact he was trying to play off being in control. All of the presidential drones under his command, holding Scar at swordpoint, and the Colonel on his knees, unable to even snap to create flames. All of the dirty, twisted piping above them that seemed to gather at the center of the room. Some sort of etching on the floor that looked like a transmutation circle. None of it stayed for more than 15 seconds at a time. She
DeathDeathDeath5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Colonel Mustang was pacing the small room. The next day they would execute the coup d'etat and his head was filled with tactics, plans and questions.
His eyes turned fearful. He turned to his lieutenant anxiously, "Hawkeye. What if What if I die?"
Hawkeye put down the gun she was cleaning and turned round to face her commanding officer. Her eyes were reassuring and calm. "If that happens, I'll die too and we'll go to heaven."
The naïve idea was just what he needed to calm down. His worrisome face turned into the self satisfied smirk of a cat with a mouse in a corner and its claws out. "Heaven doesn't exist, lieutenant" He chided. "It may." She responded.
His face returned to its previous state of uncertainty. "But if heaven exists so does And if that exists I would go to Lieutenant. What if I go to hell?"
Hawkeye stood up and looked into his eyes. "Well sir." Her voice was confident and comforting, like a beam of sunlight, "Then I'd follow you and watch you