Fullmetal Alchemist: Spark
Aug. 8th, 2010 10:29 pmTitle: Spark
Author:
jordannamorgan
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Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Ed and Al, as viewed by a special guest.
Setting: Post-Conqueror of Shamballa. Brooklyn, 1930.
Summary: A boy with a bright future finds inspiration in a chance encounter.
Disclaimer: Ed and Al belong to Hiromu Arakawa, and Isaac belongs to history.
Notes: When I was, perhaps, a bit too young, my mother introduced me to the works of an author who would nonetheless be one of my first inspirations to begin writing. Having moved away from his primary genre in adulthood, I can’t honestly call myself an active fan of his (or say that I respect his personal character as much as I do his writing talent)—but I certainly can’t forget his role in the roots of my own creativity. Now, some twenty years later, I offer this story as a token of appreciation for that gentleman.
My thanks also to the voters who gave this story a second-place win at
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( It was a bright and bustling spring afternoon in Brooklyn… )
Author:
Archive Rights: Please request the author’s consent.
Rating/Warnings: G.
Characters: Ed and Al, as viewed by a special guest.
Setting: Post-Conqueror of Shamballa. Brooklyn, 1930.
Summary: A boy with a bright future finds inspiration in a chance encounter.
Disclaimer: Ed and Al belong to Hiromu Arakawa, and Isaac belongs to history.
Notes: When I was, perhaps, a bit too young, my mother introduced me to the works of an author who would nonetheless be one of my first inspirations to begin writing. Having moved away from his primary genre in adulthood, I can’t honestly call myself an active fan of his (or say that I respect his personal character as much as I do his writing talent)—but I certainly can’t forget his role in the roots of my own creativity. Now, some twenty years later, I offer this story as a token of appreciation for that gentleman.
My thanks also to the voters who gave this story a second-place win at
( It was a bright and bustling spring afternoon in Brooklyn… )