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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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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"I WON'T STAY HERE!"
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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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With out a word you placed your hand inside the bucket and began digging around excitedly. It didn't take you anytime at all to pick your item, an empty package of chips. “Really, you didn't leave me any at all?”
“No way, if I left chips in the bag, they could have gotten squished, or fallen out. Then I would have ruined perfectly good chips.” Choji moved from his spot next to Shikamaru and walked over to you. “Maybe I'll buy us a bag to share later or something.”
“That's sweet Choji, I know how much you like your chips.” Jiraiya ruffled Choji's hair and started for the closet. “Now let's get you two started shall we?” Choji gra
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Part the Second
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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.
It will be the colour of the walls where I hid
and the taste of the water that washed away my tears
when I couldn’t take it,
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