Interociter
The glitter pouch was secured on his belt. He had attached reflectors to his kneepads, elbow pads, and helmet. A repurposed disco ball on a chain made for a flashy weapon. He was ready to do battle and dazzle his enemies with light. "Beware my sparkle, evildoers!" he cried over the rooftops of Gotham.
I wouldn't want to live with my house on my back. I like being able to leave and return home.
Sometimes you want chocolate and sometimes you want vanilla. There's always the swirl option, but that just doesn't cut it for me. If I wanted both, I want some just chocolate and some just vanilla. The swirl is too close together. Without that distance, you're not clearly tasting either flavor on its own. The distance is important.
The guy behind me whipped around and passed me on the right in the middle of the intersection in the same lane. I flipped him the bird but he was already gone and never saw it. What was the point? I think I’d have to say the bird is not always for them; sometimes the bird is for me.
He picked up the brick and looked at all the life teeming under there. Beetles, worms, pill bugs. Swarming all over each other, trying to dig down, trying to get away. Life comes in a lot of different shapes and sizes but so much of it is spent swarming and trying to get away. It really makes you think, he thought.
As I rowed, rowed, rowed my boat, I couldn't help but think of that old childhood song. Why the heck did Mary let her lamb follow her to school? Seems irresponsible.
They bore down on him from all directions. Robots, Santa Clauses, little chattering teeth. He was surrounded and it looked grim. He knew there was no way out. Until, slowly, one by one, they slowed and stopped. Fortunately for him, there was nobody around to wind them up again.
"This is where the magic happens," he said, indicating the summoning circle. He placed the candles, rang the bell, read the book and voila, there was the demon. "Why have you summoned me" he croaked. "No reason, just bored," came the reply.
There could be no doubt now, they were in big trouble. He could see smoke coming from under the door. He knew from experience the window was long painted shut. Thinking quickly, he looked around for something to break both the window and their fall but came up short - there were just way too many pillows in the pillow fight room and darn near no bricks at all.
One day as I was sat in the garden, I saw a lorry go past. Curious, I thought to meself, that lorry is a right pain in my arse. Fortunately, I had some tea and biscuits and that helped me mood. Later that evening, I found a toad in the well but he was alright because I like to help strangers, I do.
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