Finished Folds (521—540)
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5..and, of course, a Bugle. I stepped forward tentatively. Count Snackula was scary, but my hunger won out over my fear. The Count's eyes were green M&Ms & his mouth
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5you dance the grotesque dance of life, a false smile painted on your face. Your sad eyes, little toy, speak the truth. Dance, little toy, dance! You have no choice.
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10"I'm worried, Tad," I said, touching the tiny stain. "If reincarnation is true, this potato bug could well return as something else & seek revenge." Tad nodded. A large shadow
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3try would need universal healthcare to enable all of their obese citizens to feed their fast food addictions. But alas, Denaldo Troomp was elected & actually saved their lives.
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9the nursing home. Those same idiots who kept telling me to take my pills, watch my blood pressure & blahblahblahblahblah. These people - here at the morgue - were like me: quiet.
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4door in frustration, over & over & over again until the mortals actually woke up & heard him. "Eeee-eee-aat!" he moaned. "Nn-owww!" & the faint scent of beans lingered in the air.
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3Then buried her head into the wooden stage & fell, lifeless, right beside the 1st corpse. Jeez! It was gonna be one of THOSE days at the theatre (sigh). Soon after, our stage manag
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7. Yet, fortunately I was wearing my rubber pants & (short of a few singes) I was fine. The guards unstrapped me reluctantly. A double 1-finger salute & sashayed outta there!
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3, smothered, covered, scattered, & chunked, & 6 7Ups and 6 Coke Zeros, the greedy little bastards. After dinner, the 12 monkeys decided they wanted to jump on the bed & sing
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3Fast forward through the 80s, the Whiskey-a-Go-Go, three different venereal diseases, & spandex pants. I was now a middle-aged rock star wannabe with no family. That's when I met
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4fragment of your imagination." "You mean 'figment', don't you, doc?" "No, actually. Apparently in the recent past, you had your head up your...up there. See?" He showed me the xray
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5I feigned dismay. "Oh, the beans! You ate ALL of the baked beans, you PIG!", while I was thinking to myself, "Hahaha! You fell for it!!!" In approximately one hour, he would
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5Twas an inspiration to all of us who still, in the far reaches of our stone cold hearts, believe in love...& words. True, it was only a brief shining moment, but it lasted forever.
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6"Down here, dammit!" My dog, Alex, sat glaring up at me. I did a double-take, then pinched myself. "You're not dreaming," Alex spoke with a suave British accent. "Yes, I can speak.
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4"Amy, the world is so diverse & interesting. Look up! Look around! There's more to life than raunch!" he spoke into the TV. "I'm going to switch channels if you don't..." Amy
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3me writing, though, don't you? Aw, it doesn't really matter. Whatever I write will be art. What? That look on your face tells me you don't believe canaries can paint, either!
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6when to hold 'em & when to fold 'em. And this time, it would be death by fire. The roaches lit a single match & within minutes, it was over. Roaches live on!!
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6disco! And it was raining men! And Donna Summers was there, looking for her cake! I lingered there a while, mesmerized by the light-up dance floor, but then the floor swallowed me
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5obsession. Obsession? Is that what this was? Professor Loomis glared at her, nodding in affirmation. It was at that moment, she decided to forget the whole damn thing. She slammed
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3roo leaps, you leap with it. SO highhhh! That's me, Billabong Bill. And I am an alcoholic." "Hello, Billabong Bill," the AA group droned. Billabong Bill sat down, disappointed that