Finished Folds (221—240)
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6fight for my honor but my body remained inert. My soul was not willing and my body was weak but by some stroke of luck my spirit jumped into the fray. It threw a left hook at the
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5The medium stared at me incredulously. "Are you- are you kidding me?" I stared back intently. The black tigers sensing the tension slowly backed out of the tent one by one.
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6Eli stepped aside sheepishly as the robot carted the feces outside. It wasn't the first time Eli had run afoul of a robot but it certainly was the most recent time. Eli kicked a
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3Custer continued about his day with a robust and newfound confidence after his conversational victory. Everything seemed to be coming up Custer. The barista gave him his coffee on
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5"How far will this take me," she asked with a wink. The greyhound ticket agent counted the pile of filings laid before him then with a twirl of his pencil thin mustache he replied
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3"By the skull of greybeard! This does not make sense!" The scientist immediately called his counterpart in Zurich to compare findings. "Well I'll be a monkey's uncle!
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5litter removal so I knew a lot of unsavory types in the underworld who owed me a favor. I coughed up a furball. I would need all the help I could get to get out of the city.
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4fought tots who rot lots. But the anaconda was more interested in the mamba (or was it the samba) music pouring out of the Honda over yonder. Lisa would
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6did so unwillingly. Rows upon rows of mourners handcuffed to each other like some morbid chain gang had been dragged to the funeral. When one would attempt an escape, security was
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5the topic of gender politics under the sea. Needless to say they aren't very evolved down there. Still there are some perks to being a transgender squid. First of all, you
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5[rest of quote redacted by US government]." You pointed at the sky then gave a thumbs up. It's funny how sometimes life's loose ends get tied up in a tidy, little bow.
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3-ol but ahead of home economics. Nobody could cook. Nobody knew how to do their laundry. But if you asked them how to spell "Bildungsroman" you'd have 30 students lined up
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6limbs but only found the five. Wait, five? That didn't sound right. I checked again. The count was correct. This man whom I had gravely injured with onion rings
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6keeping in rhythm with the salsa music playing over the loudspeaker. His pants began to deflate slowly revealing a swirling black hole where a crotch should have been. His straw ha
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6-printed in the consciousness of every survivor in this wasteland. We've all lost someone. And we're all just trying to trudge on. I lowered my rifle previously trained on the zomb
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5-merus was a little long for his liking though so he swiped left on his desktop knocking over a cup of pencils and paper clips in the process. Next up was a satyr whose interests
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4crumbled and gone and as Mr. Slurg was the one in charge of the whole shabang, it was his head on the chopping block. He had planned to kill himself but now Somebody was here.
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6drawing blood, sweat and tears. He became a pariah. The wolf pack jettisoned him to the streets where he now lives under the pseudonym "Trashcan Tim."
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5through the portal and immediately it began dissolving until there was nothing left except some stray arm hair wafting on the otherworldly wind. Wincing he took a peek at his stump
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4Later that week, God called the Archangel Gabriel into his office. "Gabriel," God boomed, "we've been getting a lot of complaints that you are dropping people when you fly out the