A/N: I'm late to the party, as per usual. If I had to guess, I'd say I started this project in... mid 2008, maybe? It's been sitting on several different hard drives since then, probably untouched in almost a year, and it's about time it sees the light of day (or glow of the moon, I don't care at this point). For the record, I'm not even sure where that old list of themes and prompts originated, but I grabbed from somewhere and gave myself the challenge. I'll be selectively taking out some of my weaker chapters, since 100 is long enough on its own, even if they're all pure gold.

These are all pretty short, genres and continuities vary, all standard series-ending spoiler alerts apply.

5. Library

Ed had his nose burried in one of his father's books, as always. He and Al had practically lived in that library since they'd learned to read, always looking for some new trick with alchemy, hoping it would make their mother smile like that again. Now that she was gone, they only left because Pinako would beat them senseless if she found out they were missing school to learn alchemy. Ed knew he was on the verge of something, almost to the Truth, to bring her back…

Al, he noticed, was gazing out the window at the sky.

"Brother, it's so nice out, can't we take a break?"

"Al, we can't afford to stop now, I'm almost-"

"Mom wouldn't want-"

"What's that, Al?" Ed narrowed his eyes to glare at his little brother.

"Mom wouldn't want us cooped up inside every day!"

"FINE! If you don't want to bring Mom back then GO!"

Al sniffed and pulled out their notes. There was a knock on the window that made both of them jump. A tuft of white-blonde hair was bobbing up and down on the other side of the glass. Ed climbed onto the step stool and opened the window.

"Go away, Winry, we're busy!"

"You're always busy, come outside and play with us!"

"We've got more important things to do now, you dumb kids!"

"Shut up, Ed!" she cried. You're not the only ones who have ever lost parents, you know!" She ran off, and Ed knew without looking that there were tears streaming down her face. "AND DINNER'S AT SEVEN!"

Ed slammed the window shut and put his nose back in his book, trying not to feel too guilty.