Finished Folds (321—340)
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0tore open, the fruit juices dripping on the table. The can of peaches twisted for a few seconds, then manifested a tiny cannon. The alien inside aimed at her, unloading explosive
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1he realized the inner-tubes were low on inflation. He pulled out the nozzle and pushed it between his lips. The edge was sharp and scarred from dragging, so he cradled it with his
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1he could smell the nervous sweat streaming down her belly from beneath her arms and breasts. She couldn't move....couldn't scream. He held her in the air with his mind and began
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0At 5 am, having achieved the badge of Mayor at hangover-vomit land, it didn't matter what he ate. Anything that would soak up the vodka in his system would thrash back his desire
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3head of a black church? The idea had consumed him since he began to hate them all. If he could attack their morals, get them fighting one another, subvert their community, he'd
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1on the day of her eighteenth birthday, she'd be so desperately in love that she'd want to give herself away. But she was eight, & her plans were somewhat immature. Ten years later
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2Daniels, assuming a guy in waders and a plaid, sleeveless, tuxedo jacket wouldn't know the difference. She charged him for the scotch though. The waders were lead lined and hid
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1through broken fangs. Ted wasn't really tired so much as he just wanted to go out for once, but the vampire..Even bolted to the wall, he had the power to irritate Ted. Ted's pliars
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2That was an idea that I could really get a grip on. Between long pulls, I nursed my lager. I liked a little ambiance and scented oils and a black and tan smacked of a good time.
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5That's what Nike was always telling me to do. Every time the murderous urges come. The insatiable screeching violins of bloodlust come. The nike billboard outside my office tells
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2He stood there near what remained of his pancaked body. The bus driver had rolled over him halfway, gotten stuck and then had to go back the other way. Then he noticed her crying
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0bullshit she did working in her stratified office building. I worked at a copy shop and the adjoining Starbucks. I pulled out her Visa and pointed at the BMW. I deserved it after
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5were clinging desperately to the old ways. Didn't they realize that humans were food? Humans were farming cows in cages and slaughter houses. Why weren't we serving them up with
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0The life alert braces, all at once, constricted around the wrists of their wearers. The super hero chuckled. Millions of elderly were injected with neural nano controllers. Zombie
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3Tom Selleck. Someone knew him through a friend and thought it would be hilarious if he showed up to see three actual men and a baby. Selleck had other ideas. His submachine gun
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4neglected to get the pumps. The lounge chairs lay on the deck near the pool, flacid and alone, much like Great Uncle Sal himself. He trudged back to the room, but Aunt Fay's naked
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4The sherpa wasn't ready for a surprise party. He'd been spelunking these caves for decades, thick with fear of his tormented ancestors. The crew's lights sparkled off his blade
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4He pulled his eye patch on and scaled the counter. His hook, which he held in place with a barely hidden hand up his sleeve, jerked down the breakfast menu. "Avast Hamburglers!"
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1I grabbed butter and rubbed it all over the four snickers bars I was holding. The turkey gravy melted it all a little, but I was using my hands so I didn't care. My belt snapped
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3That would have been a fun kind of anecdote, maybe even Oprah worthy, but I didn't find out she was my sister until the eighth month of our torrid, magical, utterly unforgivable