Finished Folds (341—360)
-
7For 90 years they would endure each other's absence, each pining for the other, wasting away, health nearly ruined at times, rebuffing their friends' dimwitted advice, until they b
-
4time Lester met his great grand-mother Helspeth Abebe was in a tea shop in London, 1885. Well before his birth and invention of the Infinity engine, but for the sake of suspense,
-
6the clarified butter. "Explain this." the lobsters demanded, leaderless, en masse, in unison. Of course there was nothing we could say, and so we stayed in that awkward impasse un
-
6in the barren trees the wind persists a black cat crosses my lawn it stares at me orange eyes a sheet tears free and covers the cat it flies away now the cat is in my kitchen star
-
4thought back to that time when he was a kid, taking a bus cross-country to see his dying granny, which was never, and The Governor wondered about these dimwitted constituents assem
-
8tried to say something but Thor's hand muffled the sound. Thor said, "The All-Father does not often send invitations," followed by "Where is my special font?" Fenrir and his pack
-
9re with at least some meager amount of satisfaction in the story yet to unfold, or bitter yet familiar disappointment? Player 2 was so moved by the previous fold that he could only
-
6dark stars within our own hearts, take them out, say our goodbyes, and place them in the plastic wastebasket at the front of the bus. "Sit the hell down, all of you, or I'm driving
-
5halliwiggins that had been drifting through the kitchen. The halliwiggins was used to this by now. It went outside and changed to its five-giant-celery-stalks configuration. She fo
-
4unmodded naturals, among the last of that generation, and we had no idea how our attachment to external television would conflict with our desires to become distributed beings.
-
2"I heard of 2018," said Marlena. "Is that a number or something?" Marlena was clearly not long for this world, aphrodisiac spam be damned. A young Romanian chess player gave her so
-
6their Scrabble tiles in the Ouija Room. "You aint lost your letters -- I got them all right ere" said the planchette, eventually. The prophecy of the successful FOLDINGSTORY could
-
6of thigh and we waited on the thunder, my uninvited guest and I. "Get out, you!" I shouted. "I'm not that kind of guy!" It left and I never slept again. Then it started courting me
-
6. Aunt Cray commanded: "Matthew Brackwell, you shall keep your feet on terra firma, or there will be hell to pay." Cray helped her psi-blind sister Caleb pick up the groceries and
-
13headed for the river it was a solemn day for both of us. I could see she was torn between kindly reluctance and expectant exuberance. Jenny turned and said in her new rhino voice,
-
6"I suppose you might expect some reference to Shoes of the Fisherman," the Chinese leader offered during our desultory lunch at Lucky Dragon. The interview was going better than
-
5med and a single crane flew overhead. A woman coughed behind him. Anna Grigoryevna, he was sure of it. After some careful interpretation of that cough, he turned to meet his fate.
-
5alberd in the closet, rinsed off in the shower, and dried my feathers under the heat lamp.When I came out, the rest of my party asked what an owl like me would like as compensation
-
5or at least an instinct for detection.
-
5Merin Tarbolom debarked at gate 15D and was of a mind to ignore the chained protesters, but in a fit of pique he said, "Houdini had sense to keep lockpicks in his nethers," before