Finished Folds (61—80)
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3God how he hated Tuesdays, if it wasn't the motorcycle gangs, it was the school kids, all clamouring for more
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2the clasp, the sequins, the zip on the inside pocket, wether it was rainproof, fade resistant, organic, gluten-free. Anything just to keep talking. And then it struck me, after all
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2burnt a heart shape on his chest. Perhaps this wasn't the end, but just the beginning he thought, as he applied burn ointment tentatively to his body.
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4had eaten one too many KFC monster buckets. He always did have a weak digestion for chicken. I guess now he'd just have to
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1she'd have to make a start on dinner. It was already 5.30 and the kids would be home any minute. Taking a fat rat from the freezer, knife in hand, a smile spread across her face.
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2shot him one last look, smiled, turned and glided from the room, closing the huge oak door behind him with a gentle thud.
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2my teddybear Tyrone, we jumped into the bushes. Far from silently, it turned out and soon
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1come and gone and now all he wanted to do was drive and drive till the end of the world. What did he care if the warranty had run out, he wasn't going to live that long. He
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2fortune teller had told me a year ago to the day. 'Beware running out of petrol on highway 9.' I was on highway 8 but it was close enough. Would I reach Jennifer in time?
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3or it's curtains for you all. As it is you'll have nothing left but the furry slippers covering your
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1There were plenty of other ways to tempt his little brother into the garage.
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3His life had become a cryptic crossword he could no longer decipher.
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7Within seconds her hair became wild and her personality tediously earnest. What had become of her sense of humour? Why did she only seem to be able to feel fear or frustration?
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1could play any sort of consequences game you probably had talent as a writer, a comedian, a great wit or something. Deluded. Though that didn't stop her from
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0be able to buy bags of it and drape it in her hair. So pretty! So sticky!
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2unable to do up his own shoes. Slip-on's that's the answer he thought and started to plan his escape to the shopping mall. But that opened up a whole new set of challenges...
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3had nearly run out. She made a note to buy more in her neat little notebook, before returning to the body. It was then she noticed
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6and lit a cigarette. 'You talking to me? You talking to ME?' she asked, her eyes cool and blue. But what really unnerved him was
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1barcode neck tattoos- he loved to get it scanned at the supermarket checkout, much to the annoyance of other shoppers, as he had trouble positioning himself on the conveyor belt.
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1flames, teeth, screaming and so on. There was one oddity about this Hell, however. He hadn't bargained for the jam.