“Surrender, Crudmuffin,” Gaseous Girl said.
“Or what? You’ll fart at me?”
Gaseous Girl smiled. “You see this? It’s a gas thermometer. And I control gas.”
Zing.
Crudmuffin yelped.
“Oops,” said Gaseous Girl. “Looks like it’s now the other thermometer.”
For any newcomers, Gaseous Girl is one of the first characters I ever created. She derived her powers from a radioactive mozzarella stick.
Welcome to my world.
Priest, Religious, Moral Theologian, Autistic, Writer, Social Media Guru, etc.
Observations from the trenches....
Author / Editor / Interviewer
The road to the forum is paved with good intentions.
Letting Life Lead
Taking the sayings,thoughts and themes that make us happy and ruining them with science and logic and then ...um...happiness might come from that. Or at least some sort of smugness that's very similiar.
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
It's about following Jesus ...
You know the one I'm talking about . . .
Romantic relationships 1660–1837
Random thoughts with sporadically profound meaning
Book reviews and general nonsense
You say you want an evolution...
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No one’s going to fart in her general direction anymore!
Or taunts her a second time, either!
This prompt was custom made for Gaseous Girl! You did well.
It certainly was. 🙂
A radioactive mozzarella stick?! I’d like some!
Try your local White Castle. 🙂 Or wherever radioactive mozzarella sticks are sold.
Ouch! That sounds like a pain in the butt. 😉
Literally. 🙂