rayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide. C
ealizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with. R
nd that thought had him wondering what he should color first. A
ukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix? Y
f course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box. O
ext moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset! N
o they planned to divide the bounty equally once they opened this chest S
irates they may be, but they didn’t try to screw each other over, usually P
ust for gold was tempered by what the others would do if they found out L
t surprised them all when they opened the chest, and nothing was there. I
hat’s when the guns and swords came out… T
aking money used to be her main focus M
f she didn’t add something to her banking account, she felt it was wasting her time I
eaving her weighing her friendships against the gold she was not making L
osing out on experiences due to hoarding time to use to make her stash dragonesque in scope L
t took someone asking her what she was going to do when she finally had seven figures saved I
h, she could let loose and buy some things, go on a dream vacation, or have an awesome party O
othing would buy the memories and experiences she missed, that was her true accounting N
he height of hypocrisy was laid bare before them in all its naked glory T
s they tried to figure out what tale to use to spin a cloak of fool’s gold over everything A
ong into the night they schemed and wove their lies together until they were transparent and glorious L
etting them unleash their creation proclaiming the emperor is clothed L
ocusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit F
ll he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle A
othing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain N
ausing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more C
et when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything … Y
aybe this was her Olympic chance. M
verything hung into balance. E
id she have what it would take? D
s she leaned in for a kiss she had the answer A
ooking for the gold, she was settling for the bronze. L
The ring bound him to her. He wondered what insanity had caused him to willingly volunteer to wear the cursed thing in the first place. Still, in that moment of weakness, he had accepted her boon and doomed his soul.
He looked at the perfect circle of gold and thought about chopping the whole finger off. He’d be better off maimed for the rest of his life. He couldn’t do it though. She had taken so much of his strength that he didn’t have the fortitude anymore.
Instead he closed his eyes and dreamt of her when she was alive.
I found a pot of gold, but then the damn leprechaun mobsters began kicking my knees. No one tells you about that. Find the end of the rainbow they say, but no tells you to bring a Glock! I never stood a chance.
Now I have an empty cast iron pot that smells like cow manure and a single gold coin I managed to hide. Too bad it won’t pay for the emergency room visit for my bloody broken knees.
Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! That is everyone except those damned leprechauns. They can go where the damn snakes went!
istilling the world into its essence D
ebranding it as makebelieve R
t could be labeled the fundamentals of insanity I
ivian loved it when she played with the alchemy V
ventually, her internal philosopher’s stone might create gold E
azing at the small amount of gold before him G
saac realized he didn’t want it. I
ope, he needed to find a better tonic N