15 hours since a new line had been folded
- 15 hours since a new line had been folded on his stories; 8 hours since a new comment; 1 hour since a new 'like'. His skin crawled with anticipation. A twitch had developed that
- was just below his left eye. He sat very still, focusing on denying the impulse to smooth away the spasmodic contraction... anything to distract from the fact that no new folds
- meant that he could really focus on what he truly loved. Writing comments under the folds.
- His day was made when he heard the telltale 'ding!' from thr email. Someone had responded to his Folding Story comment! He was recognized! Finally, his life had purpose! He sold
- ered an led array to a radioshack motherboard & sewed it to his leather jacket. It projected activity of his foldingstory account. He hit the bars hoping to contact fellow folders
- but they were chupacabras of the dream. Mandibles of the manifold, fine walnut cabinets with blatant yet surreptitious effects. Torm
- Sawryer searched through the cabinets, finding the Fibula of Caligula. His pal, Hunck Finnn, connected it to the knee bone and thigh bone in his knapsack. The Cryptid Crypt smelled
- faintly of horsebane. But Sawyer and Hunck kept up the incantation. They only those three bones of the leg but luckily it was the left leg. That made things easier for it held
- the Elixir of Life. That and a stash of Fruit Rollups, three bottle caps from Mr. Pibb bottles and a spare fuse or two in case the headlights on the horse went out again. Wait,
- the horse doesn't take kindly to loud noises! Going on strike, the pony fled, leaving our wagon to careen down the highway and crash right into a bridge abutment. Traction.
- Started
- 2012-06-05 12:07:32
- Finished
- 2012-11-08 11:42:25
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PurpleProf Nov 08 2012 @ 14:40
Lord, have mercy...we're all pitiful!
Chaz Nov 08 2012 @ 21:01
FIRST! oh.. wait SECOND!