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My most prized possession,
My family.
It was ripped away from me,
All because of those soldiers,
Those British men who think they're so wonderful.
They're not.
The Boston massacre was a massacre indeed,
To me anyways.
My father was shot,
My mother couldn't live without him.
She was the butchers wife,
So she had the butcher's knife,
And left this world soon after my father.
My best friend,
My brother John.
He left to be a sailor.
To go to lands far away,
To send the money he made to us.
He never did.
He wrote only once.
And then never again.
I stand on this battlefield,
The smell of gunpowder in my nose.
My deepest fear,
That I may never make it out here alive.
I’m wondering why I’m here.
Revenge, perhaps?
I see those bright lights at the other end of the field.
Shots whiz by my ears,
Making the air scream around me.
I can almost taste the fear on my tongue.
I can feel the bullet plunging in to my chest.
Goodbye, brother.
In hopes that I see you again some other life,
Goodbye.
My family.
It was ripped away from me,
All because of those soldiers,
Those British men who think they're so wonderful.
They're not.
The Boston massacre was a massacre indeed,
To me anyways.
My father was shot,
My mother couldn't live without him.
She was the butchers wife,
So she had the butcher's knife,
And left this world soon after my father.
My best friend,
My brother John.
He left to be a sailor.
To go to lands far away,
To send the money he made to us.
He never did.
He wrote only once.
And then never again.
I stand on this battlefield,
The smell of gunpowder in my nose.
My deepest fear,
That I may never make it out here alive.
I’m wondering why I’m here.
Revenge, perhaps?
I see those bright lights at the other end of the field.
Shots whiz by my ears,
Making the air scream around me.
I can almost taste the fear on my tongue.
I can feel the bullet plunging in to my chest.
Goodbye, brother.
In hopes that I see you again some other life,
Goodbye.
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FMA: One Step Away-Chapter 2
Fullmetal Alchemist: One Step Away
Chapter 2
Winry spent the next four and a half hours staring out the window at the countryside speeding past, trying to find something to distract herself. She didn't want to spend the whole trip thinking about what might be waiting for her in Central because of what she knew would eventually arise in her mind. She had already spent far too long a moment thinking about it; Ed tried getting the portal back open on his side and died when he tried coming through. The second the thought flitted across her mind she pushed it away like she would push away a siderweb.
Winry was relieved when the train started sl
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FMA - Edward X Winry - OneShot
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FullMetal Alchemist: OneShot
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"Ngh
Ah! Edward! Ah!"
"I
can't
Nnn
Winry!""
"You're not in far enough!"
"That's as far
as it goes! AH!"
"Edward! Stop shaking!"
"I
can't
EH! AH!"
"Ugh! Ed you're terrible at this! Ah!"
"Shut up! You're the one making it so difficult!"
"You're such a child
AH! Even
with this
!"
"Come on already!
Go
in
!"
CLANK!
With an exhausted sigh, Winry sat back in her chair. She brushed the back of her hand along her forehead, wiping away the sweat and smearing it with grease. "M
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FMA: One Step Away-Chapter 1
"It's been two years since I saw aircraft from another world invading the sky above my own. Two years for Central to pick up the pieces left in the aftermath of the fiasco. What really killed me about all of it wasn't the amount of time having passed since that day, but the people I hadn't seen since then.
"I know Edward was probably on the last piece of burning aircraft I saw, guiding it back through the portal to the world where it belonged. I don't know what happened to Alphonse, however. I'm sure Roy Mustang knows, because he wouldn't speak more than three words to me the next time I saw him. All I can figure is that Al found a way to go
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No offence intended for any British people who may be reading this.
The Boston Massacre was this fight in Boston where five people died. Kinda weird, five people die and they call it a massacre.
Just like the last one, this is for my world history extra credit poetry project. In case you haven't noticed, I centered this all around the sailor John I-don't-have-a-last-name-for-him. I actually wasn't supposed to do that, we're actually supposed to personficication-ify the revolution and show the way it all went from it's point of view using all five senses and four of the prompts we were given. If you can guess what the prompts were( their included in each poem, one is obvious, but I only need you to give me four.) then I will draw/write something for you. Like a commission, if that's what it's called.
The Boston Massacre was this fight in Boston where five people died. Kinda weird, five people die and they call it a massacre.
Just like the last one, this is for my world history extra credit poetry project. In case you haven't noticed, I centered this all around the sailor John I-don't-have-a-last-name-for-him. I actually wasn't supposed to do that, we're actually supposed to personficication-ify the revolution and show the way it all went from it's point of view using all five senses and four of the prompts we were given. If you can guess what the prompts were( their included in each poem, one is obvious, but I only need you to give me four.) then I will draw/write something for you. Like a commission, if that's what it's called.
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