Edward Cullen vs. Edward ElricEdward vs. EdwardOnce upon a blank piece of paper, two very different characters from two very different fandoms happened to bump into each other.One was short (but don't tell him that!), had long blond hair pulled back in a braid and wore a striking red overcoat. The other was tall, bronze-haired and wore a T-shirt with "I'm 2 sexy 4 my sparklz" printed on the front. The only traits they had in common were their genders, golden eyes, first names and the utter shock of meeting each other. Both gasped dramatically, pointed a finger at the other and yelled,"IT'S EDWARD CULLEN!""IT'S EDWARD ELRIC!"After shouting the obvious truth to the world (hey, this is the realm of fan fiction! Of course they'd recognize each other right away!), the two Edwards stood in stunned silence and scrutinized each other carefully.Wow, he really IS as short as I've heard he is... Edward Cullen mused, scratching his pale, glistening, perfectly-sculpted chin. (Twilight fangirls across
It's About JumpingShivering, she standsWith toes curld around the edge;Too frightened to move.She sees her fatherHolding out his arms to her,Patiently waiting.She looks down and gulps.The water is so, so deepAnd shes up so high.Jump! You can do it!His words ring with confidenceThat she doesn't feel.What if she should drown?He promises to catch her.Can she take the risk?He is her Father.He never fails to catch her,But the drop is far.She looks in his eyes.Her trust in him is greaterThan the diving board.So she holds her breath.Backing up a few paces,She runs...and she jumps.Faith is not a nounAs much as it is a verb.Faith is an action;Not about hoping,Nor about warm sentiments.Faiths about jumping.
The Memory TreeBut Nurse, I'm not...not...tired... The five-year-old trailed off into a yawn.The old woman raised her eyebrows and chuckled. Not tired, eh? We'll see about that, young prince. She reached down to where he sat on the rug among his toys and hoisted him up with a grunt. Gracious, child; either I have the strength of a frog or you're getting heavier.A frog!" he giggled, clearly delighted with the idea. Froggies! Ribbit, ribbit, rib-- He ended in a small hiccup and blinked sleepily. Nurse chuckled again and lightly tweaked his nose.Speaking of frogs (whether they ribbit or hiccup), one of these days I'll have to tell you about Marshwiggles.What are...what are marsha-wiggles? he asked, cocking his head to one side and putting a finger in his mouth.Not marsha-wiggles, Caspian. Marsh-wiggles. And don't you go chewing on your fingers now, scolded Nurse, pulling his hand