Finished Folds (401—420)
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5"Want some Chinese for dinner?" Dale asked. I hate living on Cannibal Island. There's really only one joke and we've all heard it a dozen times. On the other hand,
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3trees, he a lumberjack and she, a shoe accessory fetishist. The letter that joined them was a note about love and taxes from Ron to "Mommy". This case would be his damnation if
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1His sessions with "Doctor Why" were no help. His motivations remained unclear. All he knew was the compulsion, unending and unyielding. Cam stared at the
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6and we were all in danger. Meanwhile, Jack studied the toast of his sandwich. It was like the Senator to bring everything down around them yet walk free. The cops
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2in his thrall. Morgan is no less the saint for his denial and his attraction to the Flame. We are well to follow his example. Inconveniently, he also
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3out of town and his cell wasn't answering. F*** AT&T. But if Divine intervention wasn't possible, there were some tough choices to be made, choices that meant
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2in her own moistness. She wished she had read that contract more closely and questioned what she thought was a typo. Still, she was in show business. Since Bennie Hill went off
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4her eyes flashing with hatred, "You are intellectually flatulent, a fart offensive to all our kind." I texted my t-shirt guy and it would be ready by 4. I'd surprise her tonight
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3that his taste for man flesh was a passing fancy. Definitions were meat for her and the dictionary was an all you can eat feast. In the corners, the gnomes stirred restlessly,
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1Grandma's. "What's that go to do with the price of tea in China," she demanded. "The problem is Ninjas," he explained, "Japs, not Chinese. And I need help." Outside, the bus waited
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5Why they mistook me for Thomas Pynchon, I'll never know. I was just leaving the shop with my new pig suit when I was shoved into the back of a white panel van. They showed me a
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1meant it when he said goofy, lovestruck things. But she laughed at his neediness and her harpies joined in, plucking at his heart with their cruel taunts. He should have never
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3at what cost? He really needed Stan right now. Stan-the-Man would know what to do with the enema-maniacs. (Ha! Good name for a band. Enemaniacs.) Focus! There is a way
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3zombies, but these zombies solved crimes through science and mental tricks. Police zombies in Miami, too. Lawyer zombies. Is there an end to this bankruptcy of ideas? Yes, if
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2the space where she had stood moments before. Each bullet was a tear for what he had lost, the bang a howl of his pain. Jack needed his Jill like a
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2dreaming. They soared in the cotton clouds, above the lemon sun and vanilla moon. Session over, she took it inthe singed blanket and they headed for a network meetup at Starbucks.
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1"And for everyone," said the fat man has he limped back to the fireplace. There were cookie crumbs in his beard. He laughed once more, casting his red eyes over the scene.
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3that this is what he wanted, what she wanted, and it was all wrong. Flayed by this truth, he raised his head and shrieked a line from
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2entertaining enough to divert us from the horror. From the bridge, we looked down onto what might only be described at Cthulu's own nightmare. One by one, the midgets jumped
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3I shuddered in anticipation. Would I be able to find a way, even fit in, among those already trapped in the blood red nightmare. But Bob was right. There's always room in Jello.