JaybirdJaybirdA Full Metal Alchemist FanfictionBy Tobu IshiThere are distinct problems involved in the return of someone you haven't seen since you were both children.There are, of course, the obvious ones, such as resentment for having stayed away so long, and anger at the way he'd taken your piece de resistance and gotten it shattered to bits, and the small bitter disappointment of cracking an old private joke only to be met with a blank stare, and realizing that he's forgotten all about it.But there are also the more unexpected ones, such as—for example—the matter of privacy. In her own defense, she honestly hadn't meant anything by it
Broken WindmillsFandom: ICOPairing: Ico/YordaRating: G, shading into a spooky PGA/N: This set was written first in order of the Gamma theme set from 1sentence.livejournal.com, and then rearranged into chronological order. Spoiler warnings for the entire game. -o-#47 - Highway The horse's back rocks rhythmically under him and the broad arms circling him are ironclad and impassive--how can he hate them, protectors of their village, and yet (he rubs at his sweat-stung face with one shackled arm, feeling his shoulders ache) how can he feel anything but fear?#09 - Red He
Another Coraline: EpilogueEpilogue – Five months later…"Are you sure you don't need a hand?"The residential advisor was giving her a skeptical look again. Coraline figured this was justified, seeing as how she was still on crutches and he'd just lugged five cardboard boxes of her stuff up two flights of stairs for her, but she really did want to unpack for herself. For one thing, she liked to know where things were. And for another, doing stuff for herself was surprisingly fun these days."I think I've got it covered from here," she said cheerfully, holding up the gripper claw Wybie had thoughtfully put together for her and clacking its metal fingers to
Another Coraline: Chapter 5Chapter 5By the time she had dragged herself up the last few steps to the front porch, leaning heavily on her improvised crutch, Coraline wanted to throw the branch in the fireplace. She wanted her broken bones to stop aching. She wanted to curl up and sleep for a week, and never think about anything dark or dirty or horrible with too many legs again.The front door was unlocked and hanging open, swinging slightly in the night breeze. Coraline sniffed once, made a few swipes at her cheeks with her filthy pajama cuff, and sank down by the umbrella stand.The cat leaped up the steps and trotted around her, looking at her with calm blue eyes
Another Coraline: Chapter 4Chapter 4Splash.Plunging her hand into the slimy water again, Coraline fished around for a moment, then came up with another dripping pebble. She squinted at her hand; its outline was just visible, now that her eyes had adjusted to the tiny glow of light from above.Carefully, she tossed the stone at the opposite wall, listening for the wet tap.Splash.If this even counted as a game, it was getting old fast. Also, her fingers didn't feel the freezing temperature of the water anymore when she hunted for pebbles. She'd stopped shivering a while ago, in fact. Coraline wished she could take that as a good thing, but she had a very bad fee
Another Coraline: Chapter 2Chapter 2The wheels of Wybie's bike bumped and shuddered over the gravel drive, but he hardly noticed. Take three, he thought, gripping the handlebars tightly. Gotta get it right this time…The Pink Palace came into view through the trees as he swerved around the familiar bend in the road. It looked just the same as always…except for one little detail. There was a patrol car parked by the front steps.Wybie braked hard, then swung off the bike and cut the motor. He walked it quietly around the side yard, behind the bushes. He had no beef with the police, but a few
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