Finished Folds (561—580)
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2body beat against the fuselage of the aircraft like it stole something. The chihuahua began scaling her leg with a repetitive hump-hug-bite technique that would have been cute had
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1ripped across the floor and up his leg. Its shadow seemed to consume the full moon's light in swirls on the wooden floor. The owl advanced from the window sill proceeded by the cat
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2The turntable, anticipation shaking his fingers down to the tips. He'd been waiting for fifteen years for record player priveledges since the time he scratched the Welk single.
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2The computer screen fade into life, a design flourish that had replaced the flickering of old. He was glad for it. The caffeineless morning made every abrupt change into an event
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4Tiny puffs of Styrofoam floated by him. Movie sets usually used soap flakes, but he was allergic. This also made it awkward at shower time, or when selling a car. Still, smugly
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0His best guess was that they were five hundred yards away. The binoculars confirmed it. He had to admit to being surprised at this irrelevance when they started moving light speed.
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1She painstakingly removed the outer shell with an xacto knife and the lid of an old pen. Times were tough at Science Beat magazine, but an alien first contact like this would get
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3If local lore was to be believed, nobody had been murdered or decapitated here for hundreds of years. But history was written by the victors, and they were selling condos like
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1She wasn't crazy. It had been there the night before. The old house was there in its place, looking nothing like a five hundred story gateway to hell. No tentacles climbing her leg
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4Sixteen dreams later and she was getting the hang of it. Her feet left the ground and she floated up a few feet. She could see the membrane & jetted toward it, and into Jim's mind
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1It wasn't unusual for them to assess taxes for not being a cat. It was a felinoid town after all. The outskirts always smelled like Tuna and regurgitated hair balls. Tabby guards
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5The plastic Easter egg seemed like as good a place as any to hide the power of creation. He couldn't take it into the crack house with him, could he? He tucked it into a hole in
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3Baking cookies required stamina once fossil fuels had disappeared. You had to hire an Olympic cyclist to run the generator for twenty damned minutes to get the oven to a steady
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2She cackled over the screams of the children. She wasn't accustomed to cackling, but it was all she could do not to piss herself every time one begged for help. Standardized tests
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1"I dare you." said Newton. God thought it over. "Remove all Bibles from the earth and give someone unified theory?" Newton nodded. "In ten years, more will believe in me than you."
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1Snow settled on the pines behind his house. Trent never really paid attention to that shit anymore. It was nice to look at for the first year, but time had hoovered all the novelty
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2Jimmy's turn to get high. He grasped the glass pipe and admired its workmanship. Someone had put some love into it. He closed his eyes and began to nod hard, shattering the pipe
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3The books opened one at a time revealing empty pages where once there'd been masterpieces. Gridley smiled and glanced at the ink on her hands. She fingered a spiral on the floor
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5The drone rose from the ground with zero intent. Somewhere, thousands of miles away, a sleepy contractor was pulling back on a joystick. Normally he was reliable, but the divorce
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5Ewan dodged into the cardboard box. His keen mouse ears trickled blood and his the darkness encroached. He sheathed his sword and kissed Monica for the final time. The gun dug into