Finished Folds (21—40)
-
3we got to Hoboken. The doors opened and he exhaled a sigh of relief as he took ahold of the platform's handhold. He really wasn't doing good. I reached for him, but he pulled me
-
1grabbed her by the hand. i looked sorrowfully in her eyes. "Shit", she moaned, "You're either breaking up with me, or you're gay." Damn, she's good. "Honey," I said thoughtfully
-
1call his friend, Frank. Frank would know what to do. He had things that could make other things go away. We called him 'Preparation F' for a reason. He answered on the first
-
4THWACK! That tree was a HELL of a lot closer than he thought. He rubbed his temples and the welts melted away. Okay, one more try, he thought and readied himself to
-
3He liked to pretend he was Superman on the up, and Robin on the down. He told me, years ago, that he wore both Superman and Robin underwear at the same time, so he could pretend
-
1think that Russians make good hockey players. Second only to Canada. The goalie stopped a good trick-shot and the Russian laughed in glee as if someone had given him 100 year old
-
3Mommy didn't live in sin. It soothed me to know that he loved me, but he had that odd scent of people who worked around typewriters too long. I saw the chain around his neck, and
-
4out to the park where I knew he liked to chase squirrels. Sometimes they chased him. Today was Friday, so he was doing the chasing. I walked up to the edge of the park and saw
-
2make like a tree and skidaddle. She didn't seem to mind, though, I was prone to doing that at odd times. I knew it was time to run, as she had seen my
-
3bit her, to distract her before she could find them. "The hell?" she exclaimed in surprise. I rambled some bullshit about 'munchies', but she wasn't buying it. She was pissed or
-
3But 'honey' didn't seem to know what I was talking about. Of course, 'Honey' is my stuffed dog, so he had no idea what I was talking about often. He stared at me blankly. "Yeah
-
2they would know where those things go, I never knew, but Momma and Jeff were pros at this sort of thing. Jeff hiked his big-boy diapers with ease and heaved them over his sholder
-
2it was wet. I thought 'blood' first, but then I noticed it was a different shade of lime-green. Now I was curious. He looked at me, smiled, and waved. I waved back, not hiding
-
2spectacular! It was probably a high from the nitrogen, but he KNEW that he was going to make a big impression on the crowd after
-
0waddled his way towards the crowd of onlookers, unabashedly, and took his place among the children who would sing his praise while holding their noses. Dignity. That's what he
-
5and not "Brat". I think she was trying to tell me something. I didn't disappoint her either. I would make her life a living hell some days. The other days, she drank to keep her
-
1delusional? Probably the latter. She hadn't done much aside from stare at me like there wasn't anything there. Perhaps she was blind. I asked myself, who cares, and walked over
-
1that he had a rat's chance of making it in Hollywood. But what would the British twit know about REAL country music? I was a star, dagnabbit! I was going to turn the
-
1another acid-trip from hell! Why oh why! But the rabbits stayed with her. She wasn't tripping. Dammit. What did they want from her? Maybe she should
-
1colour -- vibrant reds and greens -- and walked down to confront him. He can't really be that naive to think he could get away with what he did to poor Timmy. That guy only wants