Music Drabbles 2Fandom: Narnia"Mirror" - BarlowGirlFor the umpteenth time that night, Susan reached into her purse for her compact mirror and peered into it with scrutinizing eyes, trying to fix what didn't need to be fixed. She wiped and dabbed and wiped again at her lipstick for several long seconds, and sighed in frustration. She just couldn't get it right.She felt Warren's eyes on her and turned to face him, an unexpected pang in her stomach. There was no condemnation in his gaze. Only disappointment. Which was almost worse."I wish you'd get rid of that thing," he said. "You really don't need it."Normally, with anyone else, she would've smiled
The Memory Tree“But 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’
A Whisper In A HurricaneFor my soul-sister, Dana. Hang in there. I love you.~ -:- ~1. She's out there sailing so alone tonightTossing left and rightAnd torn away from all she plannedI watch her from the safety of my shoreWishing all the moreThat I could pull her up to landUncharted waters crash like tearsHer sobs are thunder in my ears(Chorus)And I know there's nothing I can sayTo make the storm clouds go awayYour voice alone can calm this sea of rainThough I can't know what she's going throughPlease let me be a light for YouJust a whisper of hope in her hurricaneJust a whisper in the hurricane2. Her brokenness is all that she can
Music Drabbles 1Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist"Unforgivable Sinner" - Lene MarlinSwallowing back grief, Al pushes open the door and sees the shadow of what once was his brother, sitting slumped on the floor in a sea of books and alchemic formulas and half-completed (half-hoped) human transmutation circles - maps charted to nowhere to find the missing piece of them that can no longer be found."Ed?" He calls his name softly, steps into the study and drops to his knees in front him, silently begging his big brother to look up, to come back him, to remember how to live."I never told her," says Edward, in a voice as empty as his eyes. "She waited, and waited
More Than EnoughEdward yawned as he set his empty water glass on the kitchen counter and glanced at the clock: 2:36 AM. He winced.Why did he even bother staying up so late with his dusty alchemy books anymore? No matter how much he studied or how he longed to feel the exhilarating surge of energy flowing through his fingers again, it wouldn't return that part of him.Not that he really cared. The sacrifice had been small compared to the overwhelming, almost painful joy of getting his brother back, and he'd gladly give it up for Al again...and more, if he had to. A hundred times over.The 26-year-old reached up and pulled out his pony-tail, letting long,
Ever By Your Side"Do you have it all memorized now?" Trisha gazed expectantly into a pair of solemn blue eyes. The little girl nodded."Uh-huh. And I won't forget it, ever," she promised, swinging her legs as she perched on the edge of the bed."Good girl," said Trisha, a weary but proud smile on her lips. "I knew I could count on you. And remember," she added, leaning forward and raising her eyebrows mysteriously, "you can't tell anyone about this, not even Ed and Al. It's our special secret, alright? Can you keep it safe for me?""Of course I can!" The words were hot and stubborn, filled with childish passion. "I promise I won't ever tell an-y-one. Cross
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 th
Sing to MeThere's a song that's inside of my soulIt's the one that I've tried to writeOver and over againI'm awake in the infinite coldBut you sing to me over and overAnd over again...--The young, dark-haired genius put down his book with delicate fingers and tilted his head to one side, ears alert to the faint strain of music that had just floated past him. Somewhere, a floor down and several rooms and corridors over, someone was playing the school piano. He immediately knew who it was; but as he glanced up at the ticking clock, his brow furrowed slightly.It was 3 AM in the morning. A normal time for hopeless insomniacs like him to be
TLO - And Then There Were TwoIt began with an old stone wall...and a band-aid. But that part comes later.The wall was one of his favorite thinking spots. It stood on the farthest edge of the campus, overlooking the playground, and there were places all along the top row where the weathered stones had been broken or knocked off, leaving empty gaps that were just the right size and shape for a boy like him to sit. (Or crouch. Which was usually what he preferred.)He would go there every other day or so during free time, lightly hoist himself up and stay perched there for a good long time, contented to hug his knees to his chest and watch the other children scurry and ch
The Lost One - PrologueAlone she sleeps in the shirt of manWith my three wishes clutched in her handThe first that she be spared the painThat comes from a dark and laughing rainWhen she finds love, may it always stay trueThis I beg for the second wish I made, tooBut wish no more; my life you can takeTo have her please just one day wakeTo have her pleaseJust one dayWake... --"Gaeta's Lament" (Battlestar Galactica)And it was from those haunting words that she was conceived. She was little more than a spark, a whisper, the ghost of an idea...but she was there, nonetheless.It was a long time before her ethereal presence
FMA? Sexist? part 1DISCLAIMER: This is my own response to NaokoElric's rant about sexism in FMA. I've done my best to keep my responses honest, friendly, clear, concise and backed up with evidence. Please know that I do not expect you to conform to my own beliefs (about FMA or anything else) or to agree with everything I say, that I respect your opinions, that I respect you as a real person and not just another faceless web-surfer, and that nothing I say is meant in spite or as an attack against you. Rest assured that if I make a joke or put in some sarcasm, it is all meant in good humor and not to ridicule you; and that I will do my best to be civil and polite
FMA? Sexist? part 2Continued from part 1..."I mean in chapter 84, Edward tells her to bake him as apple pie and keep it warm for him and she agrees! I mean, in reality, Edward was saying, as AveriaAlexandros puts, "Get back in the kitchen and make an apple pie for me" and Winry was responding, "Of course, I'll do something stereotypical and sexist as you're my man and must tell me what to do."I think you completely missed the point of that scene. I encourage you to look back a few pages and reread the conversation they had. Keep that context in mind, and you'll see there's a far deeper meaning to the "apple pie" thing. When Edward said to keep an apple pie
FMA? Sexist? part 3Continued from part 2..."This brings me onto Ling Yao and Ran Fan. As I said earlier, Ran Fan is mere servant (still cool though, I love her as much as Izumi, Olivier, Hughes and Alex) and not the royalty figure, which Ling is. I know a man (Fu) was a servant too, but that makes no difference!"Um...why not? Why is it so horrible for Ran Fan to be a servant, but not Fu? Just because one's a girl and one's a guy? That seems like reverse-sexism to me, which isn't any better than normal sexism. Anytime someone says you CAN'T do something or choose something because you're this gender or that gender...that's sexism. If I want to be a homemaker
FMA? Sexist? conclusionContinued from part 3..."Now, I want to highlight that it is not only woman Arakawa-sensei was being sexist too. Are you familiar with the Omake of an AU FMA, in which computers excited? Hohenheim introduces Edward to pornography and Edward's searches is full of dirty words? Again, another point highlighted by AveriaAlexandros. Edward is quite asexual in the manga, but he is male so he must like woman and look up nude pictures of woman online, does he not?"Um...I read most of the manga online and only own a few volumes so far, so I haven't seen a lot of the omakes. I think the one you're talking about is in Volume 11, but it doesn't invol
Birthnight"I never knew the nights were this long. Before this, I always spent my nights talking with brother about alchemy, about our future...and once we got tired from all the talking, we'd fall asleep and dream of happy things. One night seemed so short then. Now one night feels so... so awfully long." – Alphonse Elric, chapter 43~ -:- ~Edward Elric loves to sleep.After all, spending every day traveling, researching, chasing leads and getting into various kinds of trouble can get a bit tiring. And he once heard that getting a good night's rest helps you grow, so what he misses from his issues with milk he makes up for in sleeping hours.
Starlight"They could see that it was a tall girl, dressed in a single long garment of clear blue which left her arms bare. She was bare-headed and her yellow hair hung down her back. And when they looked at her, they thought they had never before known what beauty meant." --The Voyage of the Dawn Treader--He could never clearly describe how he fell in love with her. It was too wonderfully strange to explain; something that couldn't quite fit into human words.All he knew is that when he saw her, he saw her. It was as though someone had pulled back a curtain and granted him a glimpse of something inside, behind and beyond what his five senses tol
Piano MagicDarkness whispered outside, and frosty stars sparkled in the windows. Bits of fake snow and glitter were scattered here and there, with crumpled-up programs lying in the pews and the last strains of "Joy to the World" echoing in my head. The Christmas concert was over, and my family was off in the reception hall snarfing down sugar cookies with everyone else. Normally I'd be with them (I have an awful sweet tooth)...but this time, something had told me to stay behind.I glanced around the sanctuary one last time. The dim lighting combined with Christmas-sparkle gave everything a sort of dreamy, enchanted feeling. There was no one else in thi
Come With MeWords can't go far enough to describe him.He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the day, and the storm at the heart of the sun. He is ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe.And...he's wonderful.He came to our world as one of us. He walked among us, breathed our air, cried our tears, felt our joys and knew our fragile hopes and dreams. He reached into our crippled, anguished world and healed our sickness, our blindness, our brokenness; and everywhere he traveled, lives were changed. He had no home and there was no one else like him. He never stopped, never stayed, ne
Diem Mirabilis - Morningfor Morning is madeof mysteries and uncertaintiesthe hopes of beginningsthe risks of unknownsthe potential for greatnessor failure~ -:- ~The sunlight of a newborn day peeps through the window behind her and coaxes its way past the curtains, falling across a table covered in sprawling wires and metal parts to touch golden strands of hair. A girl just shy of 17 years stands bent over her work with lips pursed, oblivious to everything but the stubborn bolt she's attempting to wrestle into its socket.The phone rings from a few feet away, and she automatically reaches for it and tucks it under her chin, still keeping her focus on t
Why I WriteI write because...Because...Oh, how can I put it into words?(They were there, just a second ago.So many reasons, darting and buzzing around in my headLike dragonflies. Flashes of brilliance, difficult to capture...)Wait a moment...wait...aha! I've caught some.I write, because I want to take ColorAnd translate it into Sound, Smell, Taste and TextureSo that perhaps, I can help a blind man see a sunset.(That was bit syrupy, wasn't it? The sentiment gives me cavities just by looking at it...But it's true, all the same.)I write, because I want to tell stories worth telling;To take someone on a journey through time and s
Lord of the Dance?Dedicated to my Lord of the Dance, to the man who inspired this poem, and to all who seek stardom over servanthood. May you learn that to possess joy, one must dance for another's glory.~ Lord of the Dance? ~His costume glitters with sequins and jewelsHis dancing shoes glisten and shineThe music begins as his dancers dance in,Feet tapping in rhythmic lineHe waits for his cue in the shadows and smilesHe’s hearing the roar of the crowdThe sound of cheers is sweet in his earsThey call to him, clear and loud(But what is he left with,When the applause dies away and the cheering ceases?What is he left with?)Th
Beautiful - A Short StoryFor Kay, my dear sister in Jesus. May this small parable help to remind you how beautifully and wonderfully made you are in the eyes of the Great Artist.~ Beautiful ~A Short StoryOnce upon a time, not long ago and not far away, there lived a wise and skillful artist who loved to paint. He delighted in making magic with color and bringing all the images he saw in his head to life in his pictures.One day, he was painting something extra special. His brush dipped in and out of the swirling colors and flew across the canvas in expert strokes; dabbing here, blending there, moving swiftly in a joyful, marvelous dance of creation.And at la
Project FMA: A Sneak PeekFullmetal Alchemist - PrologueA lesson without pain is meaningless.“Al! Alphonse!”Lights and shadows flicker together against cold stone walls in a terrible dance, flashing around a young boy on his hands and knees; blond hair clinging to his tearstained face, teeth clenched, palms pressed to a fading chalked diagram on the floor...“Damn it!” he shouts, his voice hoarse and desperate. “Alphonse! Stay with me!”He inches forward in a helpless, limping crawl, choking on pain and smoke and sizzling air…One cannot gain anything without sacrificing something in return.“Mom…someone…
LoveOurs is not made of roses and candlesOr daydreams dipped in sunset's gold.Ours is not spun of fairytale's flaxOr starry gazes to fix and hold.For candlelight flickers and roses witherAnd dreams, however sweet, will yield to dawn.No.Ours is the unromantic romance.Sprawling, stubborn, untidy,Covered in bruises and grass stains.ButA soft and subtle warmth creeps in,Slowly,To temper the rough edges.We swallow back fear to taste the change;And with clouts and embraces applied when necessary,We steer our friendship into deeper watersFor ours is the journeyComprised of pain and promises,Tears and joys,Argument
Let Me Save You--Winry's SongHow many times do I have to knockSome sense into you?How long are you going to bearA load too heavy for you?'Cause every ship needs a harborAnd even heroes need savingAnd you're no exceptionI'm here to wipe away the tearsYou won't let others seeI'm here to listen to your fearsSecret though they beWhen you need to, please Come share your painIt's okay to let it out and let it goAnd if nothing elseI just want to let you knowThat I'm here to be your strengthI'll let you cast out demonsIf you'll let me chase awayAll these ghosts that haunt your eyesI'll let you slay the dragonIf you'll let me fight your n
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