Finished Folds (941—960)
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1Shug continued his tour of the ranch. "Sorry if this is boring for a 21st century gal, Elisa." It worried him that she was only interested in "his" Orb. The Orb was friendlier than
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4until the burgeoning vine attained awareness of The Great Pumpkin, and decided to wipe out celebrity culture. Gojira and the Martian Cricket from Hobs End voiced their
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3"He falls to live, and falling tries to please. But he who lies to dogs consorts with fleas." Exeunt Dog and Falstaff, the dog more adroitly. Fanfares. The Queen of
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4"A perfect night for a sumptuous meal, wouldn't you agree?" said our beloved and charming host, who unfortunately had been dead for quite some time. Mr. Price
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1and shadows go on random walks. The persistence of locations, people with a sense of continuity -- this is not our way. Coming through your walls only seems anomalous to y
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2met their gaze.
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2-- The attendant had become humaniform just for this duty and apologized. "I'm sorry, Sir. Even now there is a lot of unnatural chaos." Marcus Aurelius never expected to be re
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11"Oh good grief, this again!" thought the Emanator discreetly and with delight, as the Emanator and many sub-emanations enjoyed that dawn and those gongs, and children folded cranes
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3As I looked out on the frozen, blood splattered wasteland from our glass tower, I thought of Mae and Ebola and days gone by, long before Ophelia and Pneumosplat. The birds of Mars
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3Later I contemplated those words in the golden lonely silence of my hotel room, without phone, wifi, cable or ice. I checked the desk: some hotel stationery, but no pen. The hours
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3but your golden grille can't hide your fangs, and your eyes glow brighter in the shadow of your cap. You take a breath and say, "Not so fast." You stand your ground and the hunter
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5and the bartenders started to do unnatural tricks. Then the DJ paused the sound mesh and turned the meat down until the crowd disappeared except for a thousand eyes looking at me.
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0But he had let his ID go voluntarily, hoping for the best, after his nose had deserted him to become Ebola Czar and his right testicle left to set up a dubious investment fund mark
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14time went all slow-mo and Dame May Whitty caught me as I fell. "Never mind about shaken or stirred, dear," she advised before humming a tune into my ear. She vanished as I re
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10chainmail teddy and he took me, body and soul. I have blank spots, but later we did go into the shower together. Why? After 451 years? But his spark still stirs in my loins.
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3as I both froze & thrashed. Cruel Prof. Abalone! I puked into my cummerbund, which ruined my magic act for the night. I could not accept that the Cosmic Emanator was a unicellular
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3"The future of advertising is within!" announced Senator Wayward Conquest as he strutted during his TED talk. "We can make everyone sleek, healthy, long-lived consumers with our ge
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6Josh ambled down the high school hallway. He was on fire. The lamps of his chest filled them, and the medicine of his regard pacified their screams, even poor dead Carrie.
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2He was a radiant natural for quantum shamanistics, sans drugs, sans patches, sans nanites - but his inner music was too beneficial, so they put him down. He gasped, "The tide rises
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4the hell they got off cutting in line when all 20 registers were backed up to the back of the store, though you did refrain from commenting on the two items in their basket. Polite