Finished Folds (281—300)
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3The victorious gorilla wrenched the defunct robot in two, sending scrap metal flying in every direction. He thumped his chest, hooted, and generally made a fool of himself.
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3I dug through the mountains of marbles frantically. I'd know my marbles when I saw them. They wouldn't stay lost for much longer! I toppled three huge piles before I found what I'd
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5sweet, sweet revenge against the elves. But how could our dwarf CWA (Cave Women's Association) irritate the blissed out elves vaping in the corner? We could bake a scrumptious
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5The yarnbombing became more and more elaborate. The goat started showing off his repertoire, knitting a wild mix of patterns around the troll's bridge. The troll became trapped in
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5into the bathroom about halfway through the film and promptly lost my lunch to the rank toilet bowl. I clutched the rim of the toilet seat, panting for air. I'd never seen such a
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3bad boys accepted him as one of their own, he was doomed to wander the city streets alone, desperate for validation. He frowned at an empty drink can and booted it across the road.
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1ME WANT FLESH COOKIE!" Cookie Monster snarled and hurled his furry blue body at Mothra, latching on like a tick. Mothra screeched and flailed but the Cookie Monster was relentless.
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6tioning his newfound penchant for lycanthropy. What was it about this Eve's power? The pack leader didn't know that she was, in truth, the High Priestess of the Moon.
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3Perhaps the Council was not High at all, and merely elected by popular vote rather than on the skills and competence of the applicants. Surely whoever wrote this was illiterate.
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3My friend Jason leaned over and punched me in the back until the gum dislodged and came flying from my mouth. I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Thanks, buddy," I said.
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4or Snickers. No, this was a more sinister sweet: the Liquorice. The Skittles and the Butterfingers quailed with fear as the black, sinewy rope approached them.
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4enticingly lemon-scented. She took a vial from her belt and filled it to the brim with the purple liquid. She stoppered it with a cork and sighed. "Some cold medicine," she said.
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8fees for us! We've made it, darling!" I hi-fived my wife and went to purchase an expensive caravan immediately. Screw the life savings, I don't want to leave an inheritance behind.
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4e was Mr. Fudge and I loved him with my whole heart, so much that it pushed out my love for Dad. "But he's just a guinea pig!" Dad yelled. "He's always here for me!" I snapped.
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4"So," I began, suddenly fumbling for words. "Uh, you like painting?" She glanced over at me, lips pursed, and nodded once. Okay, good start. "How about, um, knitting?" I continued.
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4The cats purred gleefully. The humans thought the cats' reign of terror had ended with the Egyptians. They didn't realise their subservience was truly about to begin.
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3the Third. He read over Terriertino's script and frowned. "Hey, pal," he said congenially, putting a hand on the dog's back. "Don't you think this script is a bit... well, sexist?"
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6slammed the back of my head into the wall. I was out like a light. I have no idea how much time passed while I was unconscious. When I woke, I found myself trussed up like a pig.
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4through the glass. It glittered and shone like a dewdrop in morning sunlight. I needed to have it. I peeked at the price tag and almost fainted - it cost more than my car!
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4is a mystery, even to me. Sure, I have nicknames, but none of them ever stick for very long. I suppose that's the thing about having nine lives - each life is a little different.