Finished Folds (201—220)
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4gutteral commands. "MUR BEF!" spewed forth. I hastly signaled chef with a clap of my hands. "But of course, Monsieur, would you care for an apéritif?" "YAH, MOR MEAT!"
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7the bar. "CAN"T HEAR! TEQUILA!" J. Blair spun around and pretended to use castinets. That's when the worm took over. "LEFT LEG... FORWARD!" J. Blair stumbled forward. "BARTENDER!"
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3I dropped my chicken leg and rushed to the calendar. It was October! and Friday! The police would be after my gourmand shenanigans. Where to hide? A knock! "TRICK OR TREAT!"
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3Decided to open a franchise of flux art breakfast cafes. The Yoko Ono Grand Slam was two eggs over easy on top of a piece of cardboard which read "bacon."
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6and with my immortaity injections, by the time I was 130, I was just blubber rolling around in a jar. Thank goodness for my Waldo appendages, I could change the remote.
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12And why not? I pondered... but they were such divergent extremes! Could I couple them together? Peanut Butter? Paste of the earth? and.. Jelly? Necter from the sky? What a sandwich
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4"No, I choose not to use it in a sentence." I stated. The rest of the Spelling Bee judges turned their heads. The 11 year-old gave me a sly smile. He had met his match. "Fine,
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1Condiment hexes are a tricky business. I was able to indentify 51 of the 57 sauce ingredients, but a mistranslation brought forth a Mayo Demon.
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5Erwin and the rest of us rapped on Uncle Jakob's door. He opened it with a grizzled hand. Sandalwood wafted across the air. "Mushrooms?" we inquired. "No, something better."
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2"And here it is." He shoved a copy at me from the stack he was signing. It was entitled: "Help for Those Who Think They Know, by Me, Who Knows More-So" "Um, thanks?" I said.
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4The Godhead was percieved by everyone across the world. "Long time since we've chatted. Been busy. How you guys doing? On a scale of 1 to 10?"
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1Mabel from accounting. "You okay puddin' head?" I raised my ink smudged face and stared at her with bloodshot eyes. "Couldn't be better." ( I couldn't. Worst hangover ever.)
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7much to it. Eating, sleeping, working. That was pretty much it for seventy years. My obit was three words. "He was okay." No plot at all. However, my influence on others was
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2Our lips touched. Static electricity coursed through my frame. The power knocked me into the kitchen. A low hum rang in my ears. "Let's do that again."
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5rat catching is a lost trade. "RATS! 50 pence a tail!" he yelled at each passerby banging on a tin plate with his cudgel. In the past, he was a day-trader, but his career switched
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7"More Oolong?" I picked up the chintz teapot and flung it behind me. The boiling hot tea sprayed into his face releasing the chokehold on me. "One lump or two?" I said as I karated
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4Throwing a brick through a window isn't the best way to get a message across. Sure, it gets the people's attention, but a SWAT team response means they misinterpreted the intent.
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6There are multiple parallel universes that go out to infinity. Every action has an alternative action. In one, you take two sheets from the roll; in another, five. In another, you
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4"THOR! Thor. My cosmos' off kilter. Put too much citron in it?" grimaced Loki as he sipped his cocktail. Thor smiled "I tricked you trickster! It is water from the Well of Urd!"
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3pass me by. I saw the gray buildings smeared with graffiti that I saw everyday as I commuted on the El. Suddenly, I saw my portrait stenciled in bright-green and orange. "SUBMIT!"