Finished Folds (981—1000)
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5Dreamy doesn't equal perfect and often the morning after reveals certain truths hidden by vodka and darkness. His face and body are a kind of treachery only noticed at close range
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6the bed wetting, but since it just mixed with their blood, the disappointment was kept to a minimum; except the coroner. Each murder exacerbated by hauling at least two biological
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3pants and began to sling the contents of his depends at anyone within range of flying excrement. Those caught screaming found themselves choking on something unpleasant, then vomit
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2But when you've been betrayed, the decision becomes so much harder. All of your instincts against the lesser of two evils whither when the difference becomes negligible.
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5and then you're an enemy of the church. As if that's not enough, dying with dignity is hard to do when you can't remember not to soil yourself. It's a great cure for alcoholism.
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5They delivered the kind of pain that she required to be shocked from the heights of any pleasure. She let the humiliation simmer before shifting to the really nasty stuff. Perfect
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3Was it the train wreck building beneath the surface that I refused to look at? Was it the past I'd been careening blindly away from for years? Was it her? So special and gone?
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7Shatter images splintered into my consciousness with each bite. His childhood tasted like warm gooey chocolate. His first encounter smelled like roses and salt. Each crackled with
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4They were the screams of metal against bone. The calls of viscera that were answered only in splatter and pools. The dreams were coming true, but not as I recalled. Darker, rich
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3But how could it be helped with the psychopath behind us reading us the page notes from Human Centipede. It was this, or living out the sequel that was baking virulently in his
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4"B is for Blood" he whispered. The sound stung my ears and I could hear my pulse begin to pound, as if resonating with the dark curses laced into his intent. "B is for Blister"
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3The table's gummy underbelly stuck to Sally's hair. She screamed as she tried to pull away, but the rubble pinned her tightly to the center. Someone did this on purpose and we
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5She coughed in the darkness. I wasn't sure if she was sick, but I knew at least partly it was to let me know she was still alive. The moans rose from down the hall. The smell of
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3The tomato sauce ran out in the middle of week two so I poured ketchup in water with some basil and microwaved the hell out of it. When that ran out, I dipped the cheesy goodness
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4the cute blond geeky chick. She was the kind of sweetness you could only find in bacon dark chocolate - something slightly evil covered in deliciousness. It was almost good enough.
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5and finished their drinks. Even if the fame was intoxicating, they were going to need a whiskey back to make it to his car. The flinchers were the worst. Their expression belied
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3The mock terror flashed an instant of satisfaction. A swift axe kick to the groin and my heels met the floor once again; but baptized in the blood of my enemy. All regrets faded.
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2If I was going to be the star of something it should be something I believed in, like dinosaur fighting, ghost hunting or a show about giving up LSD.
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3Most often the details are so disappointing, the censorship does more to save the ratings than help it. When it doesn't, I make sure it's leaked. Ratings are God in this town.
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7wouldn't have noticed if a dirty bomb was tucked there. He was too busy drooling over the blond "suspect" behind me they'd pulled out of queue for her suspiciously low neckline.