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
Tattooed SecretsRiza Hawkeye sat alone in her father's cold, empty house. The small card Roy Mustang had handed her was lying on the table in front of her. She touched what little of her back she could reach. She knew she should call him. He knew that she had the secret of her father's alchemy, but he hadn't asked her about it yet, not once. If he really wanted it, he would have asked.Tattooed Secrets5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
No, she knew that was a lie. She knew that he wanted it and that he believed he could use it for good. That was why he joined the military, after all.
She remembered her father's contempt for the military. The way his lip curled when he brought up the State Alchemists, those dogs of the state. Roy shouldn't have joined. He should have done something else with his life, he should have done something that could help people.
But no, he dreamed of a future that he could help lead this country into. He dreamed of a future where everything would be okay. Not unlike her own dreams. He just knew how to go about making those dre
Tattooed Secrets: Chapter TwoChapter TwoTattooed Secrets: Chapter Two4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And so it began. Roy Mustang returned to Riza Hawkeye's empty, cold house every night and he studied from her back, taking his time and going perhaps slower than he should have, because he wanted to spend time with her. What he really wanted was to get her out of her father's house, to find another place for her to stay where she wouldn't have to think of him, and where Roy could forget about him as well.
He worried too much about her, he knew that. It became harder to focus than it should have been, and it was beginning to affect his daily life, which wasn't good, because sooner or later someone was going to notice.
And it did happen sooner, rather than later. Barely a week and a half into the studying, before either of them had become comfortable, Roy was too busy thinking of her bare skin to notice his best friend looking at him, an eyebrow raised, a slightly amused expression on his face. Roy blinked, trying to get the images of her body lying on the bed out of his mind
The Five Times Roy Mustang...i.The Five Times Roy Mustang...4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The house is in shambles; rain is leaking through the roof, and there's no heating to be spoken of. Roy finds himself, seventeen years old, standing before the front door, willing himself to leave. It's time to go. He has everything packed. He's going to defy what his teacher says, and join the military. He wants to protect his country. That is the most honorable thing anyone could do.
He doesn't care what his teacher thinks anymore; he knows the old man disapproves. And he knows that the man is not going to share his secrets, and that means that if Roy has any chance of becoming a state alchemist, he has to work on his own technique. And that can't be done in the Hawkeye household. Too many distractions.
He turns around. Riza's standing there. He didn't even hear her light footsteps. She stares at him, concerned, her dark eyes looking liquid in the dim light. She has a thick robe around herself, but she's still clutching her body for warmth. He
BeautyThe way he touched her, the way her body moved, their skin sliding across each other. The way his hand ran across her hair, her hair that had been cropped so short; the way the short hairs on her neck prickled his fingers when he wrapped his hand around her neck. The way her thin lips felt against his face, her hot mouth on his neck, her hands sweeping across his chest and his thighs, pressing against him. The way a shiver ran down his spine when her cold fingers touched his warm body. The way she sat on top of him and held his face and kissed him hard, and the way that he almost expected her to hold a gun up to his face, commanding him to do as she wished. The way that, just for a few hours, he would let her be in control, and the way that her body molded perfectly into his.Beauty4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The way that sometimes they lay beside one another, completely clothed, silently staring into nothing. The way that he would rest his hands on her arm, which was splayed across his chest. The way they didn't even