Well...I was rather hesitant to post my writing here, but I finally caved. I figured no one would mutilate me too badly. XP
This is my attempt at the EdWin 100 Themes. I feel like I'm jumping on the bandwagon here, because there seem to be a lot of responses to the themes, but so many ideas came when I read that list. I had to do it.
I'm still getting used to writing short thing like this, but I'm really enjoying it so far. It's helping me control my need for way to much detail. I'm not sure if I really like how these came out, especially the first one, but...-shrug- Anywho.
Oh, and don't make fun of my cheesy title. ;; My friend wanted me to call it "Fresh Meat and Anchovies." (FMA. Get it? Hahaha.)
Disclaimer(Because I can't afford to be sued): I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of it's related themes. I hardly even own the plot in this case...
Theme #1 - Childhood Friend
There was a barrier between them. Unseen, nearly undetectable, but most certainly there. And the few that did notice were left to wonder what could create such a blockade.
The time apart seemed the obvious suspect, but judging by how quickly they fell into the old routine of yelling and teasing, it was unlikely.
It could have been their suddenly changing lifestyles, but seeing how often they managed to make those paths cross that reason was just as unlikely.
The list of possibilities, each more absurd than the one before it, was quickly dwindled to nothing, and simply left no plausible explanation. It wasn’t until it was heard straight from the mouth of the oblivious culprit that the answer was found.
“Winry’s my mechanic,” Ed had said nonchalantly one day, as he always did one someone asked about her, while reaching across the table for the last pastry on a plastic tray, “I’ve known her since I was two.”
Childhood friends. It was the last thing anyone expected to separate two people, and yet it made the most sense despite itself.
But there wasn’t a barrier in any history book that didn’t fall someday.
Theme #2 - Family
If you had told Edward Elric, age fifteen, that he would be a family man in six years, he would do one of two things. He would either scoff and leave the room or blush profusely at the very notion. Or perhaps he would shout instead, as he seemed to think that solved all problems in the world.
But that wouldn’t deter you, as you followed him out of the room. No honestly, you’d insist, and go on to spin glorious tales of his white fenced home and how utterly terrified he was during the birth of his first child.
At this point, the boy would probably stop and fix you with a suspicious look. First? He wants to know, though he thinks it would have been smarter not to ask.
Yes, you tell him, she’s beautiful girl, that one. She looks just like her mother, but has his eyes. The little boy takes more after his father, though, you add as an afterthought.
At this point, the wide-eyed alchemist cuts you off, fearing the possibility of any more children, and storms out of the room.
Once he’s recovered from the shock of having someone detailing his future to him, he may just wonder on why it wasn’t hard to imagine that girl with the golden eyes, and her hair was such a nice, light blonde…
Well, that's it for now. I'd love some opinions. (Ugh. Can anyone tell me how to indent on here?)