Finished Folds (501—520)
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5The Spanish Treasury vessel took a shortcut through pirate-infested waters. "I hope pirates have no interest in outdated currency, cuz we have picayunes up the wazoo." Capt. Black
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3"I think this'll pique your interest, Mr. Tell. It's a bow and arrow with target lock technology. Now, there's no way to tell it what target you want to lock on to. Let's just say
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1Out of ideas, the band built robots to play random songs. "We'll steal whatever ROCKS," they said. The next day, the robots stole their guyliner, drums, and van, going on tour in
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6Foodfighting is a far-flung tradition here at Worcester Prep. They don't call us the Fightin' Wallabies for nothing! You're a newbie, so you'll be in the front line today. Our ammo
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5The commander of the Cron Aviv starship pounded his fist against the central panel. "Lost in space with no fuel. Awesome. So who wants to push?" The crew hid in the barracks with
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4teaching etiquette to trolls. Napkins in laps, sequiturs in folds, the essentials. "You see, Mr. Troll, sometimes there are characters other writers care about." A club to the face
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4He ascended Blood Mountain and placed his humble offering at the altar of Demeter. A voice boomed, "Liege, have you forgotten the Heath Bar shake?" He licked his lips nervously.
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3"It doesn't matter what you eat as long as you eat something," she said as she pumped more nacho cheese into a bowl and ate it with her fingers. She was an amateur dietician and
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7Anything to get a promotion. I was tired of whispering whims to the faithful on God's behalf. "Mr. Spirit, can I have a word with you?" God asked. Uh-oh. "My maglite reveals truths
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4dispose of the evidence any faster. I was wolfing down the Shepherd's Pie, the suds were cleaning up the prints. That's when I realized I was missing a peeler. "If the feds find it
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6he wouldn't trade 51% of his company to Mia for a pack of fruit snacks. He was an adult in a suit. "Welcome, Ms. Horowitz. Our vacant post of Office Prankster needs someone of your
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5e mall cop revved his Segway. The Mackerel knew his way around a Formula 1 stick shift, but not malls, as evidenced by a turn into Sbarro. The mall cop surged ahead on an escalator
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5-r soul from being crushed by a pointless job. You have folded within the last 24 hours, but if this were a real emergency, our dedicated squad of folders would visit your cubicle
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5The director was briefing me on my new character, the intel for which he read from a manila folder. "So I'm a cutter with a coarse sponge, eh?" This was one of those "artsy" indie
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7telepathically juggle the 3 of us. "If we weren't too proud to join the circus, we could afford a 3rd child," Joe told Jadie. Jake would float away from these talks, trading chakra
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6knew the dirt on FoldingStory, like how all the accounts were run by 3 people. The FS-critical articles were posted at the time of NixonBlack's disappearance, so Det. Manatee susp
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5"What's the use of an elastic waistband if you're not going to use it?" the waitress asked Bart as she slid the pie at him. Bart had an antacid shipment in the big rig, so why not
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4D, Straight-to- heaven. It was no Birdemic, that's for sure. People showed up in droves to screenings of his Birdwatching movie just to make mock bird calls at it. He'd show them
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4of recalled Furbys. They looked at him with those soulless, lifeless, hamsterowl eyes. Why couldn't he have been tossed in the Beanie Babies bin? The furnace was nearer
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6make the poop act like a dye pack and leak on the tellers' hands. Permanent stainage, that's how I roll. The ruin, the lovely ruin, all over... "Sir, you're next in line," I heard.