Finished Folds (2761—2780)
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5I am an aromiologist. Miss your early school years? I can mix a batch of chalk dust, mimeograph fluid, and slight whiff of industrial cleanser. First love? Cherry Lipsmacker,
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6required I build a split-level gingerbread house. Do you know how hard it is to create sugar shingles that won't melt in the rain? Then I went on Craig's list in search of a crone.
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7communicate to her through the North wind. Thus, to this very day, hikers in the forest can hear the breeze whisper, "When are you going to get a job?"
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2At this point, a stranger might come to town or we would be introduced to a murder. Yes, that sounds good. "Suddenly, a shot rang out. The maid screamed."
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4disdain, he had just slew the crimson beholder (level 10) and purloined Bigsby's Feather Cloak of Displacement. The crone conveyed a cryptic message that his mom missed him.
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3It was quite a collection he had, the Green Lantern's, that Hobbit's, the Wonder Twins', and even Underdog's. He wore them all on one hand. He was intimidating, until the Wraiths
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5reverting to her primal essence, she found she could photosynthesize. She adjusted her head to follow the sun. Empowered, she developed tap roots in her toes. A rescue copter flew
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3frozen treat and a swift kick in the tuckus. "Look like a fool with your pants on the ground and put that hat on straight." Cosby was slightly crabby in his old age. "Hey, hey, hey
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8With plastic shovel, Jeremy dug in the backyard. He knew China would take awhile, so he just settled on lost pirate loot or oil. Hitting the two foot mark, he heard a hollow thump
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4they kept all of the nihilist existentialists who wore berets and smoked little black cigarettes. The Bastille wasn't too bad they gave us rations of bagettes and Evian. I planned
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5the Blacksmith misplaced the gavel. The Lenscrafter would have read the minutes but forgot his cheaters. It was a slow start for the planning of the RenFest. "We are out of pickles
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6ATTENTION: YOUR WARNING IS IN VIOLATION OF NSFW POLICY J.07. PLEASE TURN IN YOUR KEYBOARD AND CHECK-INTO FOLDINGSTORY RETRAINING CENTER IN YOUR AREA. NOTE: I AM NOT YELLING, JUST
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3through the rubbery flesh. Suddenly, (that-which-should-not-be-named) pulled a Saturday Night special from its beaked maw. We were in for a major gun fight. "Let's Roll!" I yelled.
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3So I just discovered I was a new avatar, not a James Cameron avatar, but a Hindu aspect of the devine. My sphere was cell phones. I would bless Anthony's Bluetooth.
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7"Whoa, deep stuff" said Theodore Logan as he witnessed Sister turning into a white dwarf. "Dude, that's totally wasted." piped Bill S. Preston as he hit the pound key. Time warped
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8He couldn't even focus on fractions. The girl in front of him would drape her sun-bleached ponytail on his trapper-keeper. He doodled hearts and poems of devotion until his teacher
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1717. World domination 18. Resolve the SALT talks. 19. Cure for Cancer 20. Rearrange my sock drawer 21. Remember to pick up baking powder (Pancakes YUM!) 22.
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7I decided then to open my FoldingStory Writer's workshop. We sat at monitors while the sensei would hit us with bamboo sticks when we hit our 3 min. limit. We had flash cards with
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5everyone raved to funky techno beat waving their torches. In their midst, the Terminator teleported on the dance floor and no one noticed, except for George Clinton who contacted
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5vampire presidents were another kettle of fish. It was hard to explain how JFK survived the assassination attempt only to spontaneously combust in the Dallas sun. The voters are