Finished Folds (401—420)
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3reconciling the terrors he'd caused. The death of a child. Poignant tears fell on tattered cloth. Torch soot & ice cream lingered on the monster's his streaked & blackened fingers
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0seeing color where his own eyes had failed him since birth. Dangling from his back, it would bounce as he ran, giving him a kind of drunken dance hall equilibrium; how he got high.
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2-tranq, tranquilzzzerrr, or so she thought. And that thought seemed to suspend itself inside her mind as she felt him invade it, grasp it, then mold it to his whim. Vader massaged
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5with one too many holes. She barely noticed. Her species had an exoskeleton that lived as fluid beneath her skin and solidified when it touched air to enable instant healing and
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1which was a cause for alarm due to his rising star success; first as police man, then as local and then national politician. That he had a white hood that matched his white skin,
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3the skin of her fingers folded around it and buried against the bone of her knuckle. The transformation thrashed under her skin, jabbing through the hollows of her cheeks and
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3this masterpiece with his jagged vitriol. Biff was the Simon Cowell of the decorating. His words could drain the festive from a gold leaf puff pastry. Her "exquisite toilet" cake
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4then down at the paper. It'd been six months since she dared touch the gloss. Since...the cut. She'd lost her last wrapper and was desperate, but could she? Would she ever fold
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2She was there though; leaning out of the shadows. The light fragmented her. Deep inside, she longed for it and the warmth it brought. Her skin remembered, but burned too quickly
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2It was the weed & the weed sex, and then, those conditions met, Type A yuppie became the best munchy chef to her neo-hippy granola loving hunger. High as a kite, he fried leek tofu
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0But I wouldn't say I'm exactly a bigot. Not really. I do think they should be equal, but have their own place to live, and so would we. That way nobody would be uncomfortable and
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0flight crews. The pilot knew he had a captive audience & once auto-pilot kicked in, his Alanis folk medley could begin. The co-pilot quietly raised the oxygen levels & lit a match.
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2The boy curled up into a bloody flesh toupee on Turner's head. The 'Beave' shuddered like a tree-raining crimson droplets on Turner's suit and silently misting all nearby with hepA
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1she took one hand from his leg and put it over her ear, squinting the harmony out. That was all he needed! The high pitched trainwreck of a song masked the chambering of the round
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0at the source of his torment. The glass shattered, but in complete silence. Were his ears ringing? Rio's slums went crimson & the haunting voice vomited forth its damned soliloquy
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2with the lords of priapism to release their grasp on his only positive attribute, but they ignored it. Why had he let her put a shoe on it? Wasn't it the guy who was supposed to
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0drifted in and out of consciousness. Their magical ilk had succumbed to the wrath of the Pegasus. There would be no breeding, at least not with those horny equine devils. Pegacorns
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4The unicorns for their part had begun to stampede the tiny mushroom villages. The fairy residents were used to a little light foraging, but their savior had foreseen this and
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2snagged his toupee with its hind legs. The hunter at the next table pulled his assault rifle. As far as he was concerned, undead squirrels were synonymous with "open season"
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3harm in blowing away a few ass-hats if I can give my mom a few more moments of happiness before she dies?" He just stared at her. He knew her mother and she smelled like brimstone