A series of 100 honest-to-god drabbles (which means they're all 100 words exactly) that I've been working on for a while. Totally disconnected, based on a table I found over at LJ. The prompts will be posted out of order, one at a time -- hopefully over a period of 100 days.
Enjoy! :D
1. Beginnings
He takes off his jacket when they arrive at their dorm, dumps it on the floor. The wet clanking of Al putting it in the closet is aggravating. Ed has a headache. Ed has a heartache. Ed is fucking tired, so tired that he thinks he could sleep forever.
Twelve years old and already exhausted of living.
He falls into bed seconds later, and even though he's completely worn out, just wants to sleep the sleep of the dead forever, he can't seem to lose himself. He's tired, so tired, but this, he thinks somewhat despairingly, is only the beginning.