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2 fma_100 drabbles_Music
Dec. 15th, 2004 07:06 pmOkay, the first one is the actual drabble; I only wrote the second one because I felt like doing it.
( 2 Music drabbles )
( 2 Music drabbles )
fma_100 written word challenge
Dec. 6th, 2004 06:48 pmEat this! The first contest entry!
Note on the table (the written word challenge)
Dear Sensei,
I know, you’ll be angry with me, and if we meet again, I’ll accept any punishment. But you won’t give me the answers I yearn for, so I have to go to find them on my own.
I have dreams, Sensei and a voice deep inside tells me, that they show me the past and the truth. There’s blood and tears in those dreams but still… My heart feels, that I have to remember.
I hope you won’t come after me, because I’ll flee back. This is my choice; please, accept it.
Faithfully: your ungrateful apprentice, Alphonse Elric
Dear Sensei,
I know, you’ll be angry with me, and if we meet again, I’ll accept any punishment. But you won’t give me the answers I yearn for, so I have to go to find them on my own.
I have dreams, Sensei and a voice deep inside tells me, that they show me the past and the truth. There’s blood and tears in those dreams but still… My heart feels, that I have to remember.
I hope you won’t come after me, because I’ll flee back. This is my choice; please, accept it.
Faithfully: your ungrateful apprentice, Alphonse Elric
Seems I missed the deadline (is it only me, or does it change from week to week...?? Oo Plus, I have no idea, why am I straining myself to write the drabbles since it's pretty obvious that nobody reads them. I should have won at least one contest this far. Ah, anyway...
The door is locked – this is a prison after all.
The dark, cold cell has no windows, so Dolchet can’t see the sky. But the dog-instincts tell him, that it’s full moon.
The short soldier wants to run, to get free; he’s restless and he feels hot, his skin crawls and his head is buzzing. He paces restlessly and shivers from anger and frustration.
Finally, he falls on his knees. He can’t fight the beast sealed inside him anymore. So he raises his head and starts to howl, like a dog; behind these closed doors, maybe nobody else will hear him.
What it takes_meals challenge
Nov. 24th, 2004 12:29 amA drabble for the "Meals" contest on fma_100.
What it takes
All the alchemist would agree, that recreating Maes Hughes takes a lot more, than the usual stuff for the human body.
You’ll need a good measure of humor. Two jugs of tenderness at least. HUGE amounts of burning love. A spoonful of manipulative nature and mysteriousness. A big bowl of brilliant intelligence. Friendliness, loyalty and curiosity are another important ingredients, just like artistic skills – what did you think, who took all those pictures?
Aside of the taboo, this is, what would keep the alchemists from resurrecting Hughes.
These things can’t be created; and without them, that creature won’t be him.
I'm not sure it'll do but heck... This was fun to write. ^__^
What it takes
All the alchemist would agree, that recreating Maes Hughes takes a lot more, than the usual stuff for the human body.
You’ll need a good measure of humor. Two jugs of tenderness at least. HUGE amounts of burning love. A spoonful of manipulative nature and mysteriousness. A big bowl of brilliant intelligence. Friendliness, loyalty and curiosity are another important ingredients, just like artistic skills – what did you think, who took all those pictures?
Aside of the taboo, this is, what would keep the alchemists from resurrecting Hughes.
These things can’t be created; and without them, that creature won’t be him.
I'm not sure it'll do but heck... This was fun to write. ^__^
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Nov. 19th, 2004 09:53 amIt's dark, I'm sitting on class and have nothing to do and I'm forced to listen to U2. It's not that bad but it ruined my mood big time. Thust this depressed little drabble.
Colorless
It’s raining and she stares out into the grey, colorless world. It’s quite fitting. She’s just as grey in the inside.
She began to fade with their first lovemaking and as the days pass, she feels the colors slipping away from her. The passing days brought revelation. She was wrong all the time. He’s burning still, with bright colors of blue, red, orange and yellow; even the black is so alive on him.
She thought, the world was colorful, when he finally got up from the bed. She was wrong.
Without love, the world is colorless. And so is she.
Colorless
It’s raining and she stares out into the grey, colorless world. It’s quite fitting. She’s just as grey in the inside.
She began to fade with their first lovemaking and as the days pass, she feels the colors slipping away from her. The passing days brought revelation. She was wrong all the time. He’s burning still, with bright colors of blue, red, orange and yellow; even the black is so alive on him.
She thought, the world was colorful, when he finally got up from the bed. She was wrong.
Without love, the world is colorless. And so is she.
FMA drabble: It_hurts(Colors)
Nov. 17th, 2004 09:58 pmIt Hurts…
Black. Blue. Red.
The black sky; the blue uniform on the chair and the red-red-red anger that consumes him and burns away his whole being.
Fury hates with passion. Hates it all; being the small, the young and the overlooked. The others either treat him like a child or don’t even recognize him. And it hurts badly. He desperately wants them to see him, to handle him as an equal.
Red anger suffocates him, black sky weights him down and the uniform’s blue reminds him, that tomorrow, there will be another day to make through without snapping under the tension.
Deppressive, but I was like this too... Poor Fury.
Black. Blue. Red.
The black sky; the blue uniform on the chair and the red-red-red anger that consumes him and burns away his whole being.
Fury hates with passion. Hates it all; being the small, the young and the overlooked. The others either treat him like a child or don’t even recognize him. And it hurts badly. He desperately wants them to see him, to handle him as an equal.
Red anger suffocates him, black sky weights him down and the uniform’s blue reminds him, that tomorrow, there will be another day to make through without snapping under the tension.
Deppressive, but I was like this too... Poor Fury.
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Nov. 3rd, 2004 11:23 amAnother drabble for the fma_100 contest
Characters: Ed, Roy
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Theme: Illness
Title: Sick Dog
Alphonse came that morning and announced, that his brother is very ill. When he was done with work, Roy took his coat and before he noticed, he was knocking on the Elrics’ door.
Edward was lying on the bed with a wet cloth on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were flushed from fever.
Roy sat down on the edge of the bed and shook his head smiling.
“Being the dog of the military doesn’t mean you have to be as sick as a dog, Fullmetal.”
The boy grinned. “I don’t do things by halves, y’ know.”
Characters: Ed, Roy
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Theme: Illness
Title: Sick Dog
Alphonse came that morning and announced, that his brother is very ill. When he was done with work, Roy took his coat and before he noticed, he was knocking on the Elrics’ door.
Edward was lying on the bed with a wet cloth on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were flushed from fever.
Roy sat down on the edge of the bed and shook his head smiling.
“Being the dog of the military doesn’t mean you have to be as sick as a dog, Fullmetal.”
The boy grinned. “I don’t do things by halves, y’ know.”
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Oct. 31st, 2004 08:36 pmOkay, so these are the drabbles I've written this far and even posted somewhere.
Fury drabbles Consists of five drabbles, all focusing on my favorite sergeant major. Located on Deviantart.com.
The 20-word drabble series (Roy x Fury) 20 drabbles (how surprising...) Located on Deviantart.com.
Military drabbles 12 drabbles, each focusing on one military member. Located on Deviantart.com
Slash drabbles 5 drabbles; ratings go from G to PG-13 perhaps. Does the mentioning of Envy x Wrath worth the PG-13...? Located on Fanfiction.net.
And at last, a double drabble which wasn't written by me; it was done by kira_k. I just translated it because originally it was written in Hungarian. Enjoy.
Char: Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: suicide
Spoilers: none
He was cold and his throat felt sore. It was way too early to think clearly but it didn’t matter; walking in the slimly weather (they called that the car had broken down) required no brain activity.
Of course, he couldn’t completely shut off his thoughts – he couldn’t do that even as a simple private.
He remembered his once brave, now unimportant dreams, the battle of powers, the actual office intricacies, but none of those seemed to be important. It was all useless.
Roy smiled bitterly – he was useless as well. He wasn’t a useful member of society; he couldn’t even correct the mistakes of the past!
He slowly stopped as he was pondering. Who would miss him? Maes went forward, just like his mother. He couldn’t remember a single person, who would mourn or even attend his funeral.
His weapon was with him; it was cool in his palm. He inhaled the damp, cold air deeply; maybe something will change, maybe his mind will clear and he won’t pull the trigger…
The barrel seemed bottomless although he knew that it’s only a span long.
Only one question remained.
“Head or heart? Am I heartless enough that it won’t hurt?”
He fired.
Fury drabbles Consists of five drabbles, all focusing on my favorite sergeant major. Located on Deviantart.com.
The 20-word drabble series (Roy x Fury) 20 drabbles (how surprising...) Located on Deviantart.com.
Military drabbles 12 drabbles, each focusing on one military member. Located on Deviantart.com
Slash drabbles 5 drabbles; ratings go from G to PG-13 perhaps. Does the mentioning of Envy x Wrath worth the PG-13...? Located on Fanfiction.net.
And at last, a double drabble which wasn't written by me; it was done by kira_k. I just translated it because originally it was written in Hungarian. Enjoy.
Char: Roy
Rating: PG-13
Warning: suicide
Spoilers: none
He was cold and his throat felt sore. It was way too early to think clearly but it didn’t matter; walking in the slimly weather (they called that the car had broken down) required no brain activity.
Of course, he couldn’t completely shut off his thoughts – he couldn’t do that even as a simple private.
He remembered his once brave, now unimportant dreams, the battle of powers, the actual office intricacies, but none of those seemed to be important. It was all useless.
Roy smiled bitterly – he was useless as well. He wasn’t a useful member of society; he couldn’t even correct the mistakes of the past!
He slowly stopped as he was pondering. Who would miss him? Maes went forward, just like his mother. He couldn’t remember a single person, who would mourn or even attend his funeral.
His weapon was with him; it was cool in his palm. He inhaled the damp, cold air deeply; maybe something will change, maybe his mind will clear and he won’t pull the trigger…
The barrel seemed bottomless although he knew that it’s only a span long.
Only one question remained.
“Head or heart? Am I heartless enough that it won’t hurt?”
He fired.
Drabble - Fear
Oct. 28th, 2004 09:53 amfma_100 "contest entry" Focuses on Roy.
Rating:G
Title: Sound of Thunder
Theme: Fear
When Roy was young, a little child, he was afraid of storms. As the first lightning struck the sky, he hid beneath his blanket. His small body shivered from fright and he flinched every time he heard the loud thunders. Even his voice died so no matter, how he wanted to scream for his mother, he couldn’t.
But his fear turned burning anger through the years and finally, it vanished. He began to listen to the sound and learned to laugh into the face of the storm.
He became a soldier and soldiers are not afraid of sounds. Bang, bang.
Whaddaya think? XD I appreciate delightful squeals, contructive criticism and Beta-reader offers.
Rating:G
Title: Sound of Thunder
Theme: Fear
When Roy was young, a little child, he was afraid of storms. As the first lightning struck the sky, he hid beneath his blanket. His small body shivered from fright and he flinched every time he heard the loud thunders. Even his voice died so no matter, how he wanted to scream for his mother, he couldn’t.
But his fear turned burning anger through the years and finally, it vanished. He began to listen to the sound and learned to laugh into the face of the storm.
He became a soldier and soldiers are not afraid of sounds. Bang, bang.
Whaddaya think? XD I appreciate delightful squeals, contructive criticism and Beta-reader offers.
