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.
She could see a flash of light, a sparkle of something half buried in the thick loam of the forest. She thought that this was glass reflecting sunlight streaming through some places between the trees, but as she approached, she saw the object itself was emitting light.
Water plays in light on my ceiling, my sequined pillow throws circles on the wall, my back to the sun, I see it wave in rhythmic ribbons above me
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.
She could see a flash of light, a sparkle of something half buried in the thick loam of the forest. She thought that this was glass reflecting sunlight streaming through some places between the trees, but as she approached, she saw the object itself was emitting light.