Spader

     "Almost no one can escape my wrath," Wire internally muttered. "I will punish the bonehead so that he will never forget. Trying to outdo me? Ha! Try your best. Planning to make fun of me? Suffer! He will pay; no-one throws cruel words at me and gets away with it." Wire smirked across the room, almost knocking a nerdy student out of his seat. Hugo the "bonehead" squirmed; he knew he was in mortal danger.     "Remember what we learned in history?" Hugo had said, following up with, "About those people who thought that there were many gods?" The jest wouldn't have been so bad, or complete, if he hadn't added, "For Wire those gods are Idioc

Gazing ahead at a pile of presents wrapped in different styles of blue, it might be a sea of blue. "Which one's mine?" "The blue one's yours." "Which blue? The blue of the grass, The oceanic cyan, blueberry blue, sad cobalt or purple blue?" A bunch of blue! "Is it the tint of the sky, or the shade of the water calm at noon or perhaps..." A stream of blue! "Search no more it's this one here." He reaches behind his postured back and pulls out a gift dark, shining light, gleaming in different hues. A drop of blue! with elegant ribbon dark, like dripping water! A hint of blue! My hand leaps, uncontrolled, and seizes it,