Finished Folds (1341—1360)
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3Sotheby's calculated the value at close to 5 mil. He had Victoria's Earl Grey bag from her coronation, Andy Warhol's Lipton print, and Monroe's Oolong. With no will, Randy's death
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5As the producer of the remake of "My Dinner with Andre," I had a huge crisis on my hands. 3-D post-production? Green screen? Toy tie-ins for the kids? And what about the Chinese?
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9... I had to stop my fold right there. Soldiers were ramming down the door. I hastily erased my account and unplugged my computer. They would never find out my true identity.
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3The rat glared daggers back at the stoat perched on the queen's shoulders. Ratman ignored his familiar and offered the Stoat queen a turkey leg in front of the leather mug pavilion
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4. After intense introspection, I hit the silt bottom. Among the forgotten dreams and half-finished ideas, I found my childhood. I polished it and swam up. Light.
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10She had Encyclopedia Britannica. "Who reads these?" I wondered as pulled out letter the 'L.' A soft click, and I was standing in front of a short-wave transmitter. My date's a spy?
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3turned and looked at me through his silver aviators. "Viva, Las Vegas baby," he said with a smile and faded in a glint of rhinestones. Chosen, I set my pilgrimage on route 66.
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7at Everything was an award handed out only once. To achieve this goal required years of education and physical training. And then it was taken away
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9I am the witch with the crooked staff, who will tear this fairy tale in half. I am the finch who listens in, I must warn them of this...um... (Jimmy's eyes stared off stage.)
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5ian accent, the pope sighed, "As a Scorpio, the moon is rising, so I would choose lavender. Is your fiance a Capricorn?" "Why yes!" said the gay man. "Blessings, next question."
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3So minimalist... the brevity of it. And yet, it expounded on my vast intellect. I was one of the elite. I'm so perfict. (perfect, damn)
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6My perceptions were devolving at alarming rate. Trees were becoming green triangles, the pavement: a gray square, the sun: a yellow circle. My vision was going 8-bit.
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2Farmer Bartholomew sighed. Whose bright idea was it to let cats foster his prized Angus? The calf was chasing after the turkeys and.. for Cripes sake! up a tree again.
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4I will write you into my first fold! Maybe that would shut you up!" I turned around and she wasn't there. What happened? Then I realized I forgot to mention her in fold two.
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3If only there weren't so many people. He refurbished a misslie silo for his cars, put himself and enough champagne to last five years, and shut the door.
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3Looking out the window, Kitten thinks nothing but murder all day.
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4oss and chided him. "When was the last time you had those canines cleaned? It smells like something died." "Five hundred years ago, blah!" "Let's set up an appointment."
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3So you see it was a termite and the bar... the bar was tender.... No, he wasn't really looking for the bartender... You're right, I guess bars might not serve insects...Anyway
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1. The quiet room absorbed all noise though acoustic baffles. When I worked there, the loudest sound was blood thrumming in my ears. But after an hour, I heard hushed voices
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3usiated. As part of Witch Inc. R&D, we had a devil of a time with the magic carpets. The slightest breeze and they would flip over. We tried ruby slippers, but teleportation is