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springgreen) wrote2007-08-03 09:04 pm
springgreen) wrote2007-08-03 09:04 pm
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The WIP meme
I'm not sure if you could actually call these works in progress, given that I write once in a blue moon...
FMA:
Al comes to on cold marble, pins and needles shooting through his arms and legs. The last thing he remembers seeing is Ed's incredulous face, bathed in blue light, but now he's in a cavernous room swathed in red and trimmed in gold. He doesn't need to look around to know that he's far from home.
Honey and Clover:
I have a home too, she thought, and she pictured not the low table and shuttered windows of [Hagu's hometown], but raindrops pooling into funnels of green leaves, Shuu-chan's hand in hers, and the hum of his dusty, ten-year-old fan.
FMA:
Al comes to on cold marble, pins and needles shooting through his arms and legs. The last thing he remembers seeing is Ed's incredulous face, bathed in blue light, but now he's in a cavernous room swathed in red and trimmed in gold. He doesn't need to look around to know that he's far from home.
Honey and Clover:
I have a home too, she thought, and she pictured not the low table and shuttered windows of [Hagu's hometown], but raindrops pooling into funnels of green leaves, Shuu-chan's hand in hers, and the hum of his dusty, ten-year-old fan.