"Time for our date," said Death, patting

"Time for our date," said Death, patting the backseat of the tandem bike. I wanted out. "Sorry, I, uh, didn't bring a helmet. I wouldn't wanna fall off and die." This saddened him

a lot more than I thought it would. I did not expect to see Death cry a flood of tears because I didn't think he could be so dark and yet have such a fragile heart. Tandem bike rid

ers wheeled by just then and did a double-take upon seeing Death, leaning on his scythe and weeping. The taller tandem rider whispered to his partner, "Make no bones about it,

I've killed more for less!" With that the Tandem rider swept the scythe through the Dragon Worm spilling golden blood across the cliff. Death swung his scythe into the belly of a

FoldingStory writer, much to his surprise. "Wait! the story had dragons and tandems and everything! you can't take me away now!' "TOUGH" said Death.

Death folded the next line, then allowed me to fold the next one. This was three years ago. Ha ha ha. I am still here and Death moved out with the bedbug infested furniture I had.

I bought all new furniture and my magic middle-aged redheaded fairy godmother shipped them for free. Unfortunately, it was cheap furniture and soon I was sitting in rubble again.

I filled out a claims ticket at the fairy godmother complaints desk. Fat lot of good that did me. As compensation they gave me a genie in a tabasco bottle.

The Genie was salty, not to mention saucy. Damn Genie had nothing more on his mind than to trick me and cut holes in my socks. I cursed the fairy godmother's and joined the league

of Mystic Death Ninjas. The MDN was my only hope of getting even with the fairy realm; and for saving my socks. The Genie was salty, saucy and sock-cut-tery for the last time!