Finished Folds (1001—1020)
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6Lava Lamp showed herself with a wink before she went transdimensional. "Oh now, Bruce," consoled Robin, "these days the nineties are the new fifties!"
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3; barnacles sang their tiny songs from husks at the threshold. I panicked. Would I remember? But I had to see. So I went into the ocean beyond the ocean, lit by the invisible sun.
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4he had already seen everything in life and wouldn't report it. I sat next to him on the curb. "It's a bad ole world, ain't it, Pops?" He observed me. "Depends how you look at it!"
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6"What happens on Folding Story stays on Folding Story," Eloise said. Small comfort to me as the waves tossed Mrs Harridan among the rocks below. There would be questions when we re
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6moustache and put it away in its leather case. The Mountie was fastidious that way. He took a pair of snifters out of his pack, set them on an oak stump, and poured more moonshine
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4so I slapped him. Yogi Pakra nearly fell off the mountain but scrambled for his life and eventually regained his composure. I realized I had forgotten about the ants in my pants w
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2atron XIII, it seemed like a different guy made coffee for us every morning. My roommate had great taste in guys, btw. One morning I found Mrs. Miniver making a ham sandwich in our
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1Coffee... Beans. Lime... Sherbet. Vanilla... Sky. Autumn... Leaves. Mint... Currency. Rain... Dance. Money... Nothing. Dr. Sheridan seemed frustrated. He turned up the voltage and
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5She waved to me from the edge of the cemetery. Leaves blew through the chilly air. Grandma had certainly wandered far from her final resting place. I couldn't quite hear what she w
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9the next folder into an unexpected storyline in a previous place. Dr. Markov says it is easy to imagine a maze of proliferating and reversible passages between texts that produce
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5the TV room. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and backed away from his convulsing friend, whose eyes exploded. They said on the news that the virus smelled like Doritos. He ran
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4found: Grandpa J's back. Car doors slammed. Squad cars were blocking both ends of the alley. Det. Manatee stood silently a few feet away, leaning on his cane, just looking at him.
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7After the usual clutter at the threshold of sleep had passed I activated certain regions of my brain and adjusted my brainwaves to 4.18 Hz. Others on that frequency might help with
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4Something had to be done about her. Half the population had been wiped out in five days by Epoxola, and Dr. Miranda was still fixated on S7F1, which was only transmitted by
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2I wriggled against the ropes. "Actions speak louder!" I said as I gouged the Comte with my shoe-blade. But I had miscalculated and he dropped the match, setting me alight. If I
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3The King died, and the Queen was about to die of grief, when the coroner brought her the mocking note their Nemesis had stuffed in the King's mouth. That certainly ticked her off!
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12BlastedHeath began to write nearly identical folds day after day. The FS medics sprang into action. They strapped him down on a large table just before he started to froth and conv
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6The gigantic turtle-being retreated to the sea and sought its final rest. It hesitated before its last utterance, seemingly tinged with regret. "It is a world of destroy." Dr. Ta
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11Jarrod Quatermain examined the tatters fluttering on the ruins. "The old ones still remember. The young ones still hope." No, not good, he thought, and logged it in his timestick.
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7Oscar got me a frosty brew and Felix slipped a coaster under it. My cards were middling. I considered Cthulhu in that long moment. Were his/its tells contrived or revelatory? I