Silly aside
Prompt: Your super power is “Swing.” Every time you snap your fingers to a rhythm, music starts playing from out of the Blues and everybody is forced to participate: dancing, singing, nodding head, or snapping with you. One day you meet your arch-nemesis.
Your fingers slide uselessly over each other; no friction, no snap. You stare at horror at the man before you. "Who ARE you?"
"You can call me... Mr Moist."
Your fingers slide uselessly over each other; no friction, no snap. You stare at horror at the man before you. "Who ARE you?"
"You can call me... Mr Moist."