Finished Folds (641—660)
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3pseudo-Muslim, you! Just then, the Mar-a-Lago Mafia burst in his room...FOR REAL...and beat poor Alfred to a pulp. They smashed O'Bama's picture to the floor and...LEFT!!!!
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4I wished with all my heart and soul that it was BTO, because then I would be...takin' care of business. If only life was at this moment so simple & humorous. The Bangtan Army was
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5So, together, we write in 4-part harmony, all of one a-chord! True, our FoldingStory "chords" are sometimes dissonant, but this is entirely by design. We like to keep our readers
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8With Jeemo. I couldn't believe it. How did she KNOW this song? MY song?! My SECRET song?! I tore my IV out of my arm &swished open the privacy curtain. Juice Newton's hospital gown
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4I grabbed his cane & wrenched it from his arthritic fingers. "Gotta be faster than that, old man!" I laughed. But it was a bitter laugh. Grandpa's eyes widened as I slammed the can
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3calliopes was ridiculous! This would have to make do, he said to himself, tightening the straps around the organ. Now, he thought, I'll just wheel it outside, slapping a monkey
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6And then there were the locusts. Millions of them, swarming over the blood-soaked streets. Everything in the city came to a standstill & people broke out in boils. Lightning
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7"You must regret all those times you called him a dildo-head," Tyler said. I nodded again. More tears. "And...and that time you lied & cheated on him," Tyler continued. "And also
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7, minus one apple. Agent L sighed in frustration. Who took the apple from the Tree of Life? All hell was breaking loose! "Send Adam in NOW!" Agent L screamed. Moments later, Adam
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3Caitlyn and I didn't dare look at each other, knowing that if we did, we wouldn't be able to hold back our laughter. If he only knew the truth...Poor kid. We were horrible friends.
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6Now this is where the story gets really interesting because, you see, Beth-Anne was not your average Jazzercise instructor. She worked for Putin. But she let it slip when she had
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6"You are probably wondering if I am sane," he said calmly. I couldn't believe it! "...and you can't believe I just said that." he continued. This had to be a joke. "No, no joke."
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7feather fan I carry to hide remnants of my previous self...my beard. I loved my new life, my new name, my new vagina. Ah, it was wonderful being Carlotta! I adjusted my spanx.
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5dun dun! Dead silence. No one clapped because no one was there. It was all a figment of his imagination. Everything. So let this be a lesson to y'all, y'hear??
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11Madge understood alright...understood that Mr. Butterworth was freakin' out of his freakin' mind if he thought she'd really do that. She nodded anyway. "Sure!" Then Madge stuffed a
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4Giggles from the tree trunk. Then guffaws. Seth, now indignant, approached the hollow again & stuck his hand into the darkness. "Oooo-hoo-hooo!" a tiny voice chortled. Suddenly,
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6we didn't collectively sort out our thoughts. I knew this would not be possible...not on our own. "Call 1984," I stated flatly. "Orwell is our only hope." I put him on speaker:
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4written in Spanish? 2-fingered Mary, I surmised, was in trouble & trying to tell me...SHE NEEDED HELP!!! Slowly, I peered around the corner. A flash of plaid! Toward the cafeteria!
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22the job. This had gone on long enough! Once inside, she completely unraveled & within minutes it was finished. Latex carnage everywhere. It was the end of Sophie 's yarn.
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7then I wake up, only to realize that I'd dreamed that I dreamed about exam day. And now here it is: the real exam day and I am so exhausted, I'm sure I'm gonna BOMB IT!