Easy Money Chap. 1 and 2Edward Nygma loved questions. Big questions, small questions, they were all fun. He particularly liked the kind of questions that kept one awake at night, although generally he preferred that they be keeping other people awake.Easy Money Chap. 1 and 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The question that was keeping him awake this particular night (or evening, as it was barely ten o'clock) was whether he could escape from his cell in the confines of Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane by repeatedly banging his head on the exterior wall, and if not, how far he could get before he died of massive cerebral haemorrhaging. This particular riddle had kept him amused for the last half an hour, but Nygma was running out of possible avenues of exploration and was coming to the conclusion that it wasn't worth trying. He was, once more, stuck in this rat-infested hellhole with the madmen and the lunatics and the scum of the fair city of Gotham. Oh, joy.
As if to confirm his assessment, there came the patter of tiny paws on t
The Fairest ShipTo the memory of the good Professor,The Fairest Ship7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who continues to inspire us all.
There was a little fishing town
On edge of barren plain
And down beside the harbour lay
A ship without a name.
Once, countless years ago,
When pirates ruled the seas
She was the fairest ship to sail
Before the ocean breeze.
But Time, most cruel of highwaymen,
Who stalked long in her wake,
Came to her as to us all,
His vengence for to take.
Her sails were torn, her rudder stiff,
Her hull was bleached and bare
White gulls gathered on her prow
And beat the salty air.
There was an ancient mariner
With hair and beard of grey
Who went down to the harbourside
And sat with her each day.
He sat by her from crack of dawn
Ere morning's first keel rang.
He sat and wove his fishing nets
And as he worked he sang
Of Elven-kings with golden rings
And eyes as bright as sun
And Dwarven-lords in carven halls
Where silver rivers run.
He told her of a princess
In a distant, far-off land
Who lived by day in fortress grey
Upon the w
Engaging the SensesEngaging the Senses6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bare feet propped up on the coffee table; Edward leaned back on the couch, with one arm over the side of the couch, one un-gloved hand dipped into a bowl of jellybeans, his other hand mindlessly fiddling with a Rubiks Cube. He ran his fingers through the bowl, sorting through the colourful lollies to find the last of the red ones (he always ate all the red ones before starting any other colour) and popped one into his mouth.
Edward never actually chewed on jellybeans; he just sucked them for a while and then swallowed them whole. This way he could enjoy them for longer and appreciate the flavour of each individual colour. Red was his favourite- tangy, yes, but also very sweet, like a juicy cherry. His next favourite was yellow- sour lemon, and green- apple.
Edward dropped the Rubiks cube for a second and focused solely on the bowl of jellybeans.
His sense of taste had always been something hed taken for granted- it was different from the other four senses, which were