Bored
It was essential for survival that the wizards of Unseen University keep the Archchancellor occupied. All kinds of interesting things happened when Ridcully was left idle.
Eyes
"Don't you lie to me Gytha Ogg!"
"How did you know I was lying? Did my eyes give me away? Did you look into my soul Granny?"
"Hah! I don't need to read your soul when I can see it on your face!"
Mature
Vimes watched his younger self in the courtyard with his mates. He knew what would happen – a certain dare involving scampering on rooftops through the Shades and falling and massive pain and gods was he ever that stupid? He would have to stop himself as soon as this shift was over.
Myth
Most thought Mr. Shine a myth and that was alright with him. The less confirmed, the better, if only to keep jewelers off his trail.
Passion
B.S Johnson may not have been a perfect inventor, but no one could say he didn't love what he did.
Gold
"Honestly, I don't see what's wrong with a 'give the Dean a bag of money' goblin."
+++ They Say A Man's Wealth Is Measured By The Amount Of Beautiful Moments He Has Experienced. +++
"Fah! I'd rather have a big bag of gold."
+++ You Must Be A Very Poor Man. +++
Justice
There was no justice. But there was irony and Death liked to think he had a sense of humor.
Field
The horse under Glenda raced through the cornfields of Quirm into the sunset. She was too blinded by the dying sunlight to appreciate it though; it really wasn't as wonderful as she thought it would be.
Sky
The sky of the tooth fairy world seemed to bother everybody but Banjo. It made perfect sense to him.
Crunchy
Colon heard something crunch in the pie Dibbler had given him. His first reaction was to spit it out before deciding he really didn't want to know what it was.
Annoying
One said, "Listen."
One said, "What?"
One said, "Listen."
One said, "What is it?"
One said, "Listen."
One said, "Shut up."
Reality
Vimes had to admit, solving cases was much easier without the alcohol. You couldn't see the world proper from that end of the bottle.
Abandoned
There was something really sad about all these unread letters. Moist picked up a nondescript envelope from the multitude. It had to be at least half a century old. He wondered if the addressee was even alive anymore.
The last one will probably be expanded for the next chapter of A Collection of Moments. I haven't done one with Moist yet after all. - SilverInkblot
