Finished Folds (921—940)
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9wearing his new #dreamrec headband, and he spent the next five months regaling me with my own lost thoughts intermixed with his own pointed commentary. How could I repay that?
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1Agnes Faulks laid her dingo to rest on the Salisbury Plain. It was just a dingo, unspecial to most, but it was her dingo and he knew her name. Their private moment was interrupted
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7"1825 -- the year of the first steam locomotive. 1925 -- er, the year before pulp science fiction magazines hit the stands. And now, in the year 2025, we are proud to present:
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2ach him some advanced dental skills. "Mrs. Peregrine!" he shouted. So unadventurous. But the dentist did inquire about my hypertrophied calf muscles, which gave me even more to
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6." Such questions only reminded me that I was living in a world of lost and crazy people, but it's important to be kind. So, I asked, "What would you use for thousand-year grit?"
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5pet them and whisper "I love you" as they passed, but that seemed to add to their terror. The fleeing citizens and the fleecing sheep mob met me at the crossroads of the third way.
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6with restrained insouciance. I conveyed my regret to my skittish visitors as my cat costume's claws made noises on the tiled floors. I served shredded orange and chocolate cake to
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7As we developed our technology, we realized that our cosmic cousins might not travel in ships, or even emanations, projections or notions, but might just abide in the pluripotence,
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4In 2315, 5 years into our cultural exchanges with the Krutati of Altair 4, we discovered that their cities and culture and even the Krutati were created by pranksters from the 21st
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3Helicopter Mummy kept her children on track. Surely three minutes on the swingset would be enough for 8-yr-old Jeff to register that memory. His future in Tana-leave cultivation de
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3despised him behind her modest smile. She had been microinterpreting every nuance of his purported enjoyment of her soup. The next test for the liar on her big comfy couch would b
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7than bravado, and what was bravado worth anymore? Roro sat outside the Brasserie Simenon and watched the happy tourists go by in a very blue Parisian evening. All was lost, no r
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4When we met again, Krixix petted me psychically. "My good human!" I didn't mean to bristle, and sent my regrets. But we both remembered that Arcturians had treated us like pets. E
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3Horace wouldn't take that lying down, nor could he let on that he could read Margaret's thoughts. He regretted that he wasn't as flat as he was previously, but murder? His tea
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4showed its teeth when it smiled. I could feel that monster burrito smiling in my stomach. I drove down the I5 noticing the glaring vehicles and the painted apes driving them. Next
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5Garbanzo beans form the base of BlastedHeath's work lunch, with hot pot or other sauce, tofu and frozen vegetables, and you seriously expect me to stock those?" The co-op owner gl
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3Aubrey was eight years old. Why was he being bothered about college? To hell with a career in a future mad world! Unfortunately he was cursed with a cool mom: Helicopter Mummy.
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6of a video store that had closed ten years ago. Sometimes Dracula would look around to clock the tasty blood monkeys he used to sup upon, but there were none. Sadly, Dracula just
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6responded by staying inert in its can. The room danced with red and blue lights as squad cars pulled up. Detective Manatee said, "Arrest that impostor."
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7The day the orbs came out of the woods, Benjamin was startled but not surprised. He had heard rumors and intimations for decades, despite the commercial clutter that afflicted his