Finished Folds (341—360)
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2"Useless," I growled, throwing a wild punch at the screen. The thin glass shattered around my knuckles, sending shards through the air. Lurid, red blood dripped from my knuckles.
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2His father went by the name of Mr. Bull when practising law so he had an excuse to wear his horns in public. The Devil didn't mind so long as Mr. Bull did his job as prosecutor.
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5like a soprano singer's vocal warm-ups. I took out my favourite mug and carefully measured out two teaspoons of tea leaves. The spicy aroma filled my nostrils as the kettle came to
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3I glanced around nervously. If I didn't have a heart to deep-fry, that'd be the end for me. I eyed my fellow cooking students, deciding who looked the weakest. If you can't handle
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2relishing the fulfilment of their most carnal desires. Deep down, everyone craves violence - some primal instinct demanding gnashing, ripping teeth and hot flesh down the gullet.
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524 Chicken McNuggets, please!" Alas, my wish was not granted: no matter how hard I begged, the players wouldn't allow me to join in their game. They said it was because it was only
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4the floorboards, pulsating strangely. I ignored it and reviewed my to-do list for the day. Buy more toothpaste - I'd have to do that before dinner, else I'd have nothing to eat.
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3I reached out in vain, fingertips straining forward, but with a rush of water it was swept away into the drain. "No!" I shrieked, a raw sound which tore up my throat. My knees were
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5The warm, soapy water had disintegrated the essential forms, like I'd washed a tissue in my pocket. White fibres were scattered throughout the load of laundry. Well, my ex-wife was
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2but at a price: the mere sight of Tabitha was enough to strike fear into the heart of any adult who recognised her. She became used to the sudden screams from passing horror fans.
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5his huge claws clacking. Godzy deflected the first swipe, but Lobsterman followed through and clamped his claw around Godzy's neck like a vice. Godzy's windpipe was soon crushed.
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4The question reverberated in my mind, echoing like a voice between canyon walls. Would I have done it? I spent hours looking into the deepest parts of my soul but found no answer.
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2But what could he fake? Sterling went to his favourite place to think: a grassy clifftop overlooking the ocean. He perched on the rock ledge and dangled his legs over the edge.
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5Imagine: a faint buzzing, coming from the greasy, marijuana-scented facial hair. Next, a flashing green light. The beard hair parts and the UFO whizzes out, firing lazers at you.
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4His friends started to complain when he couldn't pop the eye back into it socket and they had to help him search for it. Once, his eye rolled under the cabinet and he had to rinse
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1The other towns nearby held events for nice dancing, but we could only perform our town favourite: mean dance. They stopped inviting us after Mr. Thomas got a little over-enthused
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3Arnold watched the figures of his bank account rise in the same way a teenage boy watches dirty music videos: technically okay, but with more pleasure than is socially acceptable.
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3too inebriated to find a toilet. Yellow piss splashed down the wall of the chapel. I shook the last droplets out and zipped my fly as I heard someone behind me clear their throat.
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3his sitar and flooded across the makeshift stage until the entire area was a sea of crawling, squirming blue bodies. Ravi looked down upon them with a warm paternal smile.
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5The Barbies screeched and scattered away from He-Man's mighty battle prowess. All but one. Veteran Soldier Barbie tightened the laces of her combat boots and lifted her gun to her