by Hydrargentium

“They” say that every dog must have his day. “They” say that all good things must come to an end. “They” say that time heals all wounds.

Sparkleboy always thought the advice “they” gave was for other people. All that advice was based on “common” sense, for “common” people. Sparkleboy knew there was nothing “common” about him. For Sparkleboy, “common” sense didn’t apply.

When he snuck into a theatre to see Pirates of the Caribbean, he almost cheered out loud to hear Captain Jack Sparrow utter his lines about rules being more like “guidelines”. Sparkleboy wasn’t much for heroes, but this was one hero he could really get behind.

Rules, laws, common sense — he found he had far too much time to ponder these things in the House. There was only so much juggling he could do, and the warden got so annoyed when he broke or burned things with this sparkles, so that was no fun. He always looked forward to mealtimes, especially dinner, because dinner included dessert. The cook always had Jell-o available for dessert.

Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but admit there might one saying, one thing “they” said, that was so common it applied even to the very uncommon Sparkleboy: “There’s always room for Jell-o.”