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The bag gaped open, waiting to swallow the

  • The bag gaped open, waiting to swallow the prize, but it would be hours before a caper could be carried out. When a bird landed near by, then hopped onto the edge, time stood still
  • long enough to tell that bag to shut her yap or leave the room. I hate mouth-breathesr, especially ones who expect to swallow my "prize." "Eyes up here, lady," I scolded her as
  • my beaded chode pulsed. It was my supervisor. The fact that the Institute installed the communication pod there meant that they lied about "all the research they did." It means
  • nothing that can be understood by a sane person. The disjointed statements left me wondering whether
  • I myself were sane, or whether my better judgement had been scrambled in this shuffling of logic. For instance, was the meter-maid before me actually a rhinoceros, or
  • had it been a mere trick of the light? I had always wished for a hippopotamus for X-mas, but did that mean I would get a rhino for my birthday? This wasn't the first time I had
  • received an animal for a holiday. The fleshbags once gave me several chicken embryos in various unnatural colors in remembrance of an ancient carpenter. Man, this planet is
  • one messed up place. No one would miss Earth if it was removed in order to construct the hyperspace bypass. I picked up my stamp and slammed it down on the
  • envelope which contained my letter to Cowboy TV. It said "Space mutants are going to remove Earth. Please stop them!" Cowboy TV read the letter and
  • exlpoded in a firey boom. That's what he got for plauging the Add page with his name. So the entire Folding story commuinty rejoiced. The End!

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