This is my 30th story ever published on FFN, and it makes me so goshdarn happy that it's on October 3rd.
I spent today watching General Conference (if you're wondering what that is, look on lds . org tomorrow morning for the new session), eating pizza and a few spoonfuls of cookie dough, reading the 3rd volume of FMA, watching Sixth Sense, and watching my favorite FMA AMVs. Oh, and I ended up texting for a bit with an old friend who I haven't talked to in a while. So... yeah, today was a good day. Posting a new story just makes a perfect ending.
This somehow ended up exactly 300 words. I actually wrote this a month or so ago, but received the inspiration today as to how to make it better. Hope you like it! :3
On with the story!
His name's Ed.
According to anyone he's friends with (or at least acquaintances), that is a fact.
He's also a hotheaded, determined teenager who happens to like punching and knows alchemy and is fiercely loyal to the only family he has left.
A scholar and a fighter.
An attention-seeker and a modest man.
A prodigy and a trouble-magnet.
A traveler and a country boy.
An immature kid and a wizened elder.
A worker only going to his job for the green and a brother whose career is to care for the most important person in his life 24/7.
A busybody who doesn't just stop at accomplishing one thing, reaching one goal, thinking through one plan, and a bigmouth who doesn't think at all.
A person who seems to not care about others and one who cares a whole awful lot.
The day Ed slows down is the day he's dying.
These and so many of his other fantastic, annoying, positive, negative, lifesaving, handicapping, marvelous aspects of Ed that make him Ed...
It's almost too short and simple of a name to contain it all.
Yet "Ed" can be said with a tone of love, hate, fear, confusion, amusement, shock, pride, and any other possible emotion, because that's how Ed is- he can make anyone emit all sorts of emotions just with his presence.
The simplest name for the most complicated person ever. It makes no sense, and yet makes perfect sense.
Whether everyone in the world agrees (and we will assume they probably do not, since it would be quite difficult to complete a poll about the matter with everyone in the world) on exactly who he is, it is a fact that it can somehow manage to all be encompassed in one syllable. A two-letter name.
His name's Ed.