Something You Heard Your Friend SayDay Three Hundred Two
February 3rd, 2014
Theme: Something You Heard Your Friend Say
Like steel-tipped arrows,
And ripping through your brain.
Sense is laid wasted
As words dent the strongest armor,
Built through years of false encouragement
Before shattering like glass.
But the biggest shock of all
Is a blade lodged in your spine
As a friend armed with a dagger
Forged of trust and good intentions
Grins with your blood upon their face.
Unprotected out of certainty
That they would guard your final weakness,
You fall, knife blooming from your chest
As words uttered by a steadfast friend
Are your parting sermon.
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(takes place after episode 23 when Al thought Ed implanted his memories)
Fullmetal Heart Crushed
"I WON'T STAY HERE!"
That's all it took. A punch in the face, and the blonde was down on the roof laying on his side, trembling from the shock of his brother's reaction and from the pain coursing through his body. For a 16 year old kid, Edward Elric was normally a tough cookie, but he'd recently had his side sliced open and his shoulder. He was in the hospital because of the amount of injuries that he had sustained and of course being knocked unconcious after being endoused by the red stone material. Not to mention numerous cuts and brusies around his face and forehead. Today was his birthday...and if it wasn't already bad enough that he was in the hospital, his little brother had to say those things too?
Obviously Alphonse was suffering, but what could have made him think the way he was or say the terrible things he'd said? What on earth could have happened while Edward had been
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The moment the glasses were tossed into the air, you stood to your feet and caught them. This wasn't because you were desperate to play, it was because you didn't want the glasses to get broken or damaged. “That was probably not the best idea you've had tonight Jiraiya Sensei. Being able to see is pretty important you know, and these things don't look all that durable.” You carefully held up the glasses so that the rest of the group could see them. “Whose are these?”
“Those are mine.” an unfamiliar face rose to his feet and shyly walked towards you. “I'm really glad you caught them before they hit
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"Alright," she called back, "I'll be right down." She had gotten up early for the last 3 weeks, since more and more customers had been coming in from Rush Valley to Risembool. She cursed her own craftsmanship sometimes.
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Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, I just like to play around in it's world and annoy the characters for awhile.
Author's note: This story is yet another in the series of drabbles, one shots and mini-fics I am basing on inspiring FMA fanart, usually of Edward and Winry. The title of this one is "Edowin Sketch" and is the work of :iconmperfectEclipse: who graciously gave me permission to cite her work, and encouraged my writing of this story. The URL is www.deviantart.deviation/37763116/
Similar in spirit to this one is "You Are Back" by :iconAquarina-chan: at www.deviantart.com/deviation/40753730/ She also has been gracious and encouraging.
Edit: "EdoWin Sketch has been colored and resubmitted as "Reunion's Embrace". It's URL is www.deviantart.com/deviation/49567749
Both of these artists are very talented, and they've done lots of great FMA fanart. Give them prop
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Setting down another peeled apple, she turned her head in the direction of the living room where Ed and Al were conversing. Granny Pinako had left the house to pick a few things up. She had said something about an occasion that needed to be celebrated. Winry figured that it meant she had gone out to get more food and maybe a few of her drinking buddies.
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the number of keys I crash and speakers
I blow and records I scratch,
I can’t quite chase the sound of the piano
as it echoed through the hall
to my ear pressed to the door.
Nocturne No. 20 will always be yours.
It will always be your untied shoelaces
and white-collar shirt between four stained walls
where the violinists and cellists tuned their instruments
to the key of increasing hysteria
and pre-concert jitters.
It will be your fingers practicing your piece
while the rickety bench croaked its own song
and your laugh at the way your feet tingled
in your shoes. It will be our calming breaths
waiting in the hallway for our name to be called.
It will be the way I tried not to breathe
too deeply as we huddled,
our eyes catching fragments of the cellists and violinists
through the crack in the door.
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I'm scared of the silence
I'm being haunted by ghosts
The past lives in my head
Displaying where my problems arose
Walking down the same road as my father
Is what I'm scared of the most
Never had someone to guide me
Someone who'd show me the path
The only lessons I've had
Showed me to be controlled by my wrath
Little by little
Its been eating at my heart
But who needs to feel
When I'm only embraced by the dark
I need to rub alcohol on all my wounds
So I'll press this bottle to my lips
Every shot is medication
That helps my thoughts become eclipsed
I'll use my pills
To turn my brain a dark abyss
Maybe all I need as medication
Is for Death to come and drop a kiss
Can you fight off these demons
Can you heal my heart
Prove my life is still worth living
Before I fall apart
I don't have much time
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there are some things in life you can't escape.
the feeling of his fingers entwined in yours,
and maybe the way the wind blows on your ears lightly,
teasing teasing teasing because it knows
you blush when your cheeks get cold and the tip of your nose goes red
and it knows
he's going to have to give it a kiss to warm it up
(also because he can't stand how adorable it looks).
she thinks that maybe there ought to be a coffee shop on this corner-
she tells him so, with a wide sweeping gesture that
knocks her scarf into his eyes
and he wears it like a mask and smiles-
but on the other hand, maybe not;
it could be a park, you know,
overlooking the bay right here, see?,
and the little children could watch the boats come in,
steaming toog toogs out to make them smile and clap and wave.
and he's watching with a half-smile
the way her eyes light up and brighten the lonely shoreline sidewalks,
he'd spend a lifetime making that corner i
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Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
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It’s been six years since the Earthquake Café.
Since the Science Center froze our shadows on the wall.
I wonder if they’re still there.
Six years since we made people double-take,
Look crooked at us and issue back-hand compliments,
And I’d say, thanks? I think.
Since we were that pair of people.
Six years and still not comfortable
Calling it a couple, “it’s complicated”
That status on Facebook was made for us then.
Seventy-two moons since the solstice
Where you were the first
And the last
Person to ever make me blush.
You’ll have to forgive the nostalgia.
This is how I get closure,
And writing is so much cheaper than therapy.
A lost generation unto our selves,
Not quite Jay and Daisy
Maybe more F. Scott and Zelda
Maybe more than a little crazy,
And now you have this baby cutting teeth.
You have this something stable,
This foundation not built on fault lines.
This life not given to blackouts and tremors.