Finished Folds (441—460)
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9"When moths are reborn phoenix-style, they take old teachings with them. One life, they'll learn to avoid my torch-enforced no-fly zone." If he couldn't fly, neither would moths.
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4the labored breathing of an obese spirit on my neck: "Hhhh." "Mme., tell the Espiritismo nuns to hold fewer bake sales, they're fattening up the dead." Madame Polka gyrated wildly
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4"A napkin? Psh, I'm GOOD at transferring food from a plate to my mouth via my hands." Seconds later, BBQ sauce dripped into pa's lap. He needed an excuse, so he faked an injury.
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5us ramming the Dyson shell. Soon, the whole thing disintegrated; sunlight flooded the Solar System for the first time in centuries. "Damn autopilot," I lied. Kamikaze accomplished.
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4"I'm tired of all these tentacled, 8-headed dragons," said Japanese hero Katsumi Shishi. "I'm gonna be a hero in Africa. Ornery hippos? Hyenas? No problem." She packed her raygun
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2dinosaur walked in, ranting about fruits and veggies. "I prefer DunkAroos," I said. Gasps, gasps everywhere. "To The Chokey with you, heathen," said Principal Barney. Ms. Scheidley
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7ng with dilaudid injections and brandy lollipops. "More fun than a 5K," said SlimWhitman as he poked her chemo port. If PurpleProf's breast cancer had an ass, it would be SO kicked
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1El gato era el único estudiante que no participan en Día Skip. ¡Él era la mascota de un profesor! Los estudiantes le intimidado hasta se convirtió en un león. Su sed de sangre
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7swinging pendulum, what do you see? "I see.. ngh.." You will acknowledge my doctorate. "Yess.. Doctor.." You will hand me your wallet and stop drooling on my couch. "Give wallet.."
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5My last modicum of decency died that day. Burping was my dialect. I stopped deleting my browser history. There was no stopping my plunge until I saw my mother at the door. Rinse,
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1The scarcity of trains made tying oneself to the tracks feel like less of a death wish, so former damsels were self-imposing time to look up at the clouds. New age therapy sessions
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5everything, the courting ritual was making me nervous. The elder handed me a stick with a skull tip and greased my elbows. This happens whenever I look at a girl. Maybe I'll switch
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7Hootie's office, he was a country singer now. I loved me some old-fashioned country. "Ohhh, a warm summer school evening, on a train bound for delinquency..." He sure has a way
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4"How much will my clean bill of health set me back, doc?" I asked. "Hm, $40, plus the cost of hollow pills." It was cheaper to be sick, so I forced a cough. The GP sedated me with
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2Then a growl. I was either hungry or on the verge of birthing a were-freak. I felt the kicking of paws with sharp claws. Of all the dungeons to have a moon roof, why this one?
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2Nia had something of a raw talent for waxing, though she lacked her sisters' polish. When the twilight of hirsutism threatened the family business, Nia quickly uprooted it with hot
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1to stay away from the free samples Tom hovered over, which were only offered for show. Tom emerged from the room of fake deli slicers with "fresh" Lunchables. "That pig did squeal,
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4and rained down on the office plants. "Manna from heaven," I said, catching the Splenda with my tongue. The were-tiger liked her coffee like she liked her sky: black. More slashing
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6Many bus drivers have a short fuse with kids, but Bennie got into busing for the conversation. Maybe tomorrow's problem solvers could give him some advice. "Hey kids, my in-laws
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6intimidating census takers. One such taker had his neck vein chomped through by Warhammer. They don't make gerbils like they used to because they didn't used to have steroids or