Finished Folds (341—360)
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4Chaz put down his evening paper. What was that low rumble? Slipping on his loafers, he shuffled to the front door. A bulldozer charged through the darkness. "Slim?"
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9Greetings Estonian teacher, as part of your ITC training, I welcome you to FoldingStory 101. We look forward to you becoming a future leader in our world domination plan
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7deciding which little tikes were on the naughty or nice list. Darth Santa gazed on the blaster cinder of Alderaan. "Well, that solves THAT problem." The Stormtrooper elves
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2Lacking sense of smell, my servo-chef 3000 would get creative with breakfast. "MUSTARD PRUNE PANCAKES WITH ROOT BEER INFUSED BACON ENJOY!"
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4I had to infiltrate their ranks. Donning my feather/scale killer reptilian penguin hide, I waddle casually to the bonfire. The half-breeds look at me with suspicious eyes. "Squak?"
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4peck at my ankles. "Not helping!" I gritted as I took another swing at the leviathan squid with my cleaver. The penguins hid behind me. What I do for sushi...
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2I pushed the stop button on my walk-man. Why did she put Styx on my mix-tape? Didn't she know I was into Jethro Tull? I rubbed my beard and pondered her music tastes.
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3I wrapped my eyes with a kerchief and fumbled with my sleeping bag. If the blizzard stopped soon, I could radio base camp. A howl was on the wind, and something else.
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3cut spaghetti, a noodle that can't make up its mind. Are we too lazy that we can't twirl it with a fork? We couldn't handle the elbow macaroni? What purpose does it have on God's
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5I, "I would like to give a piece of my mind." After a pause I heard a voice. "4Brains, grey matters, what problem?" "The frontal lobe was jostled shipment, I can't think straight."
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6Ize de spize an uppin windose. Den uppsie daissee oust I go! Imz a flingin in der free fall but catchim clothez line. Da Florida boyz makin' wit the shooters. Ka-pee! Ka-Pee!
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7hands? The music stopped and I threw the hot potato at a picture of a donkey. Someone yelled "Grey Duck!" and grabbed the last chair. The rest hid in a closet. This party game was
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5broadcast emergency instructions. If you are reading this, help is on the way. Shut the shades, prop the door knob with a chair, and listen for the honk of the bus to Utopia.
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6understanding the confounded mind of a marketer. The doctor wrote down on pa. "Patient B sees box as cardboard cushion." The doc held up a pen. "What's this?" "An analog scripter."
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6I threw the email into my spam file. Then, I took my computer and dropped it in the bin. I took the bin and tossed it in the dumpster. Then I took the dumpster and shoved into the
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1I hid as vans with loud speakers blared, "Citizens be viligant for scofflaw. Debts must be paid!" Jackboots marched from door to door. Parking ticket?
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10unconscious body. I pretended to look at my list ignoring the stares of the other shoppers. The PA crackled, "Attention customers: Clean up in aisle 11 due to doofus. Sorry for
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3He tried to pull his arms away from the superglue. The street luge rocked slightly. "Please! hear me out!" She let the spaghetti strap slip from her shoulder and pulled the lever.
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5off of the kitchen chair and onto the table. My sister nearly fell off and I pulled her up. If we could just make it to the counter, we would avoid the lava floor completely.
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2Every hour on the top of the clock, he would drink two fingers of Absolut. Then he would write a paragraph and pace. He passed his deadline by two weeks.