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The chalk dust was everywhere. On her pants. All over her shirt. She looked like she'd fallen into a vat of 1980s eye shadow. It had mixed with her hand sweat and formed a kind of Smurf epoxy.
One who can move mountains start with the little stones.
Hearthstone. Magnus and I will go in, find Thor's hammer, and free Gunilla.
Hakko Drazlip and the Tootle Froots.
I am the lord your God, and I will smite you until you are smitten.
Mouse-brained fool
There was a super-8 steel town somewhere, where all the forgotten things in the cruel world ended up eventually, Mandy was sure of it ... this place, she decided, was called Smog City.
Your hard work and deadlines, and I'm snowballs and fun times
Streams of melting snow.
Rainbow sprinkles. They are what make the word go 'round. Literally."
"I'm well aware. A world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness.
Cinders. Embers. Ashes.
Jumping Rabbits played against Stinky Frogs and the winner took on Purple Rats immediately after. Blazing Night had constructed ...
If I were a burning smolder, he was the poker, stirring
me into flames.
The sensual caress of waist deep cold smoke ... glory in skiing virgin snow, in being the first to mark the powder with the signature of their run.
On any given day, I'm likely to be working at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences - or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles.
Teamwork: I find it fascinating that a snowflake, by itself, can be so delicate; but when they team-up, they can close-down an entire city.
Mushrooms, growing in the deep forest. What do you hope to achieve?
A Waft of Cheese
recreation, was already talking
FIREFLAKES: The stars; as transitory as snowflakes only their transitoriness is protracted.
[..] two Popsicles are talking to each other. One accuses, "You're more interested in fantasy than reality". The other responds, "I'm interested in the reality of my fantasy." Both of the Popsicles are melting of their sticks.
Watching a satyr cook Eggo blueberry waffles on a stick over an open fire.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.
A text from Fable and it says one word. Marshmallow
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
Cat piss and porcupines!
A snowball is simple, direct and familiar to most of us. I use this simplicity as a container for feelings and ideas that function on many levels.
A game like 'Myst' may be a gorgeous slide show that preserves its beauty at the expense of speed. A game like 'Doom' sacrifices almost everything for action. But the eye soon adjusts: the degree of detail more than adequately conveys infinite claustrophobic labyrinths populated by howling monsters.
Then they would roll these handfuls of cloud in their fingers until they turned into what looked like large white marbles. Then they would toss the marbles to one side and quickly grab more bits of cloud and start over again.
The first snow always startles. It covers the tricycle in the driveway, turning its frame into an abstact sculpture that says: See how quickly yesterday turns into today.
Duhhhhhhh, tanks, Buttercup.
And so, with a torn sleeve and a keyboard on which cigarette
ash can rest, writers ended up arsonists of recycled material with
a blanket over fast burning fires to send fragments of reality to the
sky for people to manage any way they wish. Or can." (intro "Throwing Dice on a Chessboard
rashers of bacon.
Fine, but why a spork?" "Because I'm versatile. I can multitask like nobody's business. And I like the way it sounds. It's so ... sporky.
Thunderstorms and rainbows wrapped together in a convenient pocket-sized parcel.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?
long squirrel guns
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Ankh-Morpork, the melting pot of the world, which occasionally runs foul of lumps that don't melt.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
What the hell is a SpongeBob?
Don't focus on the mountain; focus on the mountain mover! HS/el
I'm a big video game fan.
When the cats away, the mice will play.
thou who herd'st nerfs,
Think naught a trifle, though it small appear:
Small sands the mountain, moments make the year,
And trifles life.
Gingerbread houses
with gumdrops and peppermint
and marshmallow snow.
Scrolls, notebooks, tablet computers, daggers, and a large bowl filled with jelly beans,
Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws and silver eye; And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.
When you master role-playing [gaming], you become immersed in an activity that is peerless among leisure-time pursuits.
EATABLE MARSHMALLOW PILLOWS
LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES
HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS
COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK
FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS
SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND
Painted desert, ocean of color
sun's worshiper, moon's lover
picture of a coyote's voice
sandbox of angels, another toy.
A heart of fire in a shell of ice.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
Give you whatany you want, Chessiebomb. Anything.
I would like to metamorphose into a mouse-mountain.
If I was a Pokemon, I'll either be a Psyduck or a Jigglypuff.
A squiggle, they are believed to be the first animal ever drawn.
Matchsticks A Not Quite the Fairy Tale Short Story May Sage
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
watching the flames twist in the wind.
commotion and flurry.
If I wanted to play mind games, I'd buy a Rubik's cube
What are you creating?
Scavengers who attacked dragons for their treasure, waving sharp little toothpick claw things called swords.
Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.
Keep flax from fire, and youth from gaming.
Sport-based video games occupy an odd space within the sphere of modern home entertainment. Reliably enjoyed by millions, the sport-based video game stands at what sometimes feels like an oblique angle from the larger medium, and in ways that can be hard to articulate.
I don't want to play anymore ... I love you.
When my dad was young he shot marbles. When I was young I played Marble Madness on my Nintendo Entertainment System.
Night and day a picture of the showcase of the Lame Novelty Company and its gambling content would seem to appear before my eyes. Then I realized that I could not rest content and continue practising to become a magician until I knew what those gambling gimmicks in that showcase click.
What's green, hangs on a wall and whistles?
fiddlesticks" and
The famous jack-o-lantern mushroom, which glows at night with a greenish phosphorescent ligh called foxfire.
Smudge stood atop the water, burning as hot as I'd ever seen him and floating on a cushion of steam like a tiny, pissed-off hovercraft.
I wrote this book to fill a blind spot in our history, to remind us that outsider amateur game-makers creating personal games have always been here. Since before your Xbox. Since before your PlayStation.
Lest we forget where we come from. Lest we forget what we're capable of.
The newest animal Route 5 had used up, it seemed, was my daughter's beloved pet. We buried Smucky in the pet sematary. My daughter made the grave marker, which read Smucky: He was obediant. (Smucky wasn't in the least obedient, of course; he was a cat, for heaven's sake.)
Is that a nautilus?" he asked. "Close, but no. It's an ammonite." "An ammonite? What's an ammonite? Sounds like an Old Testament people overdue for smiting." "Ammonites are not a biblical people," she replied in a tone of strained forbearance. "But they have been smited." "Smote
Bloody flaming ashes
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
Woods disguised as woods alive without end, and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.
The mouse is a sober citizen who knows that the grass grows in order that mice may store it as underground haystacks, and that snow falls in order that mice may build subways from stack to stack ...
Give me something interesting to play and I'm happy.
I'm un-smiteable. That's something I realized very young.
Horse racing is animated roulette.
They collected balls
Well, who doesn't love a good mpreg?"
"A what?"
"Sim gets man-pregnant? Gives birth to twins during a tornado?"
"I'll pretend I never heard that."
"Here, I'll read you the wedding one -"
"NO.
things riding mules
I love my minions.
Goats and monkies!
How funny would it be if we left a trail of Faerie dust in our wake?"
"That would be hilarious." I laughed. "It's a shame we don't produce any." Do we? I idiotically shook my hand as I tried to brandish Faerie dust like Tinkerbell. It didn't work.
The world's sweetest dimples and the boy who never laughs.
When you sulk, you create ice; when you smile, you create fire!
Peanuts/Peanut Butter
river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing,
bowls of cornflakes,
strange, spiky pieces of