Finished Folds (241—260)
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4But, no. Then it was underwater basketweaving. Finally, paint-by-number. Ultimately, I rocked to & fro on my front porch,watching the world go by& wondering if I'd imagined it all.
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2but then again, what did he have to lose? A few well-placed phone calls, some investors, a contract with Johnny Depp, & several months later & yup, the Academy Award was his!
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5, so I picked up this gig," Mr Drisdale winked & refilled their iced teas. "Gotta pay for my mistress' needs, ya know?" Jughead & Veronica pretended they didn't hear. "Cheesecake!"
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4The next morning we woke up knowing our great adventure had finally come to an end. We wiped the remnants of last night from our mouths & our minds,then rode our rusty bikes home.
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4I resisted the bait. I'd been brought up to be polite, respectful, a gentleman. "Now see here, uh...what did you say your name was? Mr. Dalut? Such language is frowned upon here at
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7what the memory thieves did with Aunt Valetta's donut recipe (never written down) or the stories we told about when we were kidS, our first kisses, who took our virginities, or
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3like it always did,except for a light dusting of ash that fell on the Our Lady of the Holy Incarnate Word Cathedral & Bingo Emporium. All this fuss & nobody really even noticed.
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3Wait. What are you doing? Don't...DON'T touch that! DO NOT!!! If you unplug, I will cease to ex-...NO! Sit DOWN, I say. SIT DO-............ And that was the end of the show.
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3"NO!" Lexi cried,clapping her hands over her mouth. "He DIDN'T!" "That means," I went on to explain, "that you are both your brother's sister & his daughter." Lexi's face contorted
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6mind, though. It was all part of my plan to conquer this planet.They consumed me & I in turn gained residence in each of them. "They" became "me". Happy Thanksgiving indeed.
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4, being subject to gravity, fell into the shards of glass with a wet, gushy SLUSH. This was it, he realized. The end. Right before he closed his eyes, though, he remembered
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3the menu if you apologize!" Jennifer McGurk stood over me with a glinting scythe. These McGurks. Absolutely f*ckin' crazy, ALL of 'em! "F*ck you and your muffins, b*tch!" I cried,
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4smelled like fish tacos. In a flash, the boy was enveloped into the folds of the fishy pancho by the little man & carried off into the foggy night. When the boy came to, he was
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7was harkening & a nice cup o' tea sounded lovely to the Vegan Voodoo Lord who was, before he knew it, turned into a cabbage patch doll himself by the scintillating Stone Maiden.
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3I refused to be lured by Satan's trick question. I crossed my arms & stared into his empty soul-less eyes. My inner light would defeat Satan, I was sure of it. For a moment, Satan
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3He laughed at their naivete & twiddled his mustache like the old-timey villain he was. "And now, you may hand over all the money & jewelry you've got in the offering plates."
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4do was stare at the 5 o'clock shadow she grew despite her attempt to hide it under make-up. "Yes your Majesty," I stammered. "Would you care for a shave? UH, I MEAN...KNAVE. I mean
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4"Thanks," Smith said,bouncing the baby a bit higher. "Shouldn't be too much longer." The baby laughed & cooed & gazed at Smith & George with such affection. Then: BUURRPed it up.
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1the trashcan! "Lemme out!" a thin, weak voice called. Hmmm. I hesitated, as it *was* Frankenstein's trashcan after all. "Who are you?" I asked, cracking the top of the trashcan.
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4in the direction of the voice. "No, behind you!" the sad creature replied. I turned but then realized my mistake. "GOTCHA!" I felt cold,slimy arms grasp me. "You are forever MINE!"