Finished Folds (541—560)
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2eight lifting. Up & down, up & down. My biceps swelled before my eyes, which had grown stalks. I rotated in a multidimensional eternity until my arms stretched to the floor.
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6I let go of her & swam to the surface of the lake, river, I didn't care anymore. Her head popped up, she took a breath and yelled, "get away from me, you freak!" "But I love you!"
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2shoved the door open and stepped through the doorway. Time was up. I shrugged and sat down to contemplate existence. An auto mechanic strolled aimlessly by. "Time's up," he said.
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3, a Great Dane with an enlarged prostate. "Well, well. What have we here?" said Mr. Sprinkles, slowly lifting his hind leg. The cats were standing upright in terror. Tom tried
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5"I like the purple food and drink, bring me more." "But burgundy is-" "Purple! Now hop to it." She brought in steaming purple Peruvian potatoes and a jug of purple flavor Kool-Aid.
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5Our blazing fire of irrational optimism flares up into a light that blinds our despair to the facts we have boldly turned our backs on. Hope is a carrot on a stick. We shall march.
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6The flame shrank and was gone, plunging me into a darkness intolerable. I writhed in fear as I slowly groped about for a corner to cower in. The awful name revealed in the mirrors
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5lover on Tuesdays & Thursdays. Blanche demanded I provide, if I desired a physical relationship with her, a boudoir in my mansion, a depressing one that would make me melancholic.
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6The monsters only observed my love, taking notes for research purposes. The love they showed me, I later discovered, was actually behavior intended to terrify and psychologically
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3Like a trembling newborn chicken, he peered at shiny objects in the morning sun as he trod unsteadily to the nearest bar. He was baffled a minute by the door but managed to stumble
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3He recalled how he had started on the highway to vileness in his youth. He had been impressionable and his vile uncle Bob had inspired him. He'd said, "Travel the road of vileness
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7. I said why should having a Ph.D. in French literature penalize me? I can drive and interact with others, what more do I need? He said I needed passion. So I showed him passion.
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1I thought I had left that dark stain on my life in the past, along with everything else from the past which belongs there. "What do you know about Sir Edmund Hillary?" I asked the
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6pawed listlessly at his squeaky mouse on a string. "…and?" "And you're the captain?" said the crewman. Capt. Catnip yawned. "Go clear the fat cat from the shaft and save the day."
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3Beef knuckle makes a fine sandwich, & Dagwood had piled it high with alternating layers of everything. I lay on the couch with the sandwich on my belly. Blondie bludgeoned me with
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9Ouchy snipped Bonzo's suspenders causing his comically oversize pants to fall in a heap, revealing his Clowns Without Borders boxer shorts. Bonzo had used a permanent marker to
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3Holding the knife behind his back and trembling with anticipation or some nameless emotion you don't want to know about, Bunny called out, "who wants some nice fresh carrot cake?"
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5This was a childhood fear come true: a monster that instead of eating me, wants to drag me to its lair to snuggle. The thing squeezed tighter as one of my tendrils grasped a rusty
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10gurgitated my dinner into a bowl and held it out for her. Apparently Dame May Whitty isn't fond of predigested cuisine. It is an acquired taste, but it is currently all the rage in
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4Soon he found his new palace: a hat worn by a cat! How strange is that? In his new spacious grand dining hall he could feast at any time on hot, delicious cat blood. The flea king