Finished Folds (361—380)
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6I stared at the words before my eyes as the timer ticked towards zero. The numbers turned red. They seemed to speed up. With 0:05 to go, I panicked and closed the page.
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2Due to the latest advancements in cybernetic enhancements, government surgeons were able to rebuild his legs from steel and wires. His legs were fixed and he was feeling vengeful.
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3and bright green ooze dripped from behind its pointed teeth. It was inspired by my uncle Jerry after the incident at the power plant. We added in a few more characters, including
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3around him in a ring. He crouched down to peer at one curiously. The trees continued to grow taller and taller until he realised he was trapped in the circle of plastic trees.
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3he dropped the half-full cans to the ground. Thick, oozing liquid spattered across the tiles and spread the reek of liver throughout the store. His new shoes were covered in liver!
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5ther's blood from his cheek. I didn't bother, because I quickly killed him too. I stood alone between the corpses of my husband and my child, then heaved a deep sigh of relief.
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2town to take selfies in the mirror of girls' bedrooms, so they could convince their mates that they'd had sex. Unfortunately, some zombies still lurked in the dark corners of town.
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4all know that you should never trust a chicken. Feathery little bastards, with those nasty yellow eyes and scaly legs. They're set in their ways, you just can't argue with them.
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3ingestion of the food, the population was wiped out in a devastating global extinction. It really was a shame that simple saturated fats had brought this noble race to their knees.
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3and paper cranes were among his skill set. Diaper Boy's fingers flew across the paper, creasing and smoothing and folding like nobody's business. Then at long last, the paper fell.
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2gretting their decision right now?" I sighed. I looked at the chefs' faces, searching for guilt. Ah well, it was no good now anyway. I took the mousse out and began devouring it.
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2The dog was busy running his Etsy business... On the internet, nobody knows you're a dog. He could sell customised wrapping paper and resin earrings without confusing the humans.
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2"What the merde is a sammich?" Antione retorted. "Child, I'm your mother, not your maid." Ana harrumphed indignantly and crossed her arms. "But maman!" she pouted, "I'm hungry!"
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5pal." The ocean monstrosity writhed violently to punctuate his words. "I ain't no brown-nosing detective any more. I'm the King of the Whirlpools." He bared his rows of long fangs.
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1ckle torture? I haven't been a child for a long time, but the image of someone wriggling their fingers, closing in on me, sent shivers of fear down my spine. I know I'm ticklish,
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3She stood on the doorstep, her palms sweating. She hastily swiped them against her skirt, only she'd forgotten that she was wearing satin. Her damp hands left trails. She glanced
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4were becoming unbearably insolent. "I don't want to do this," I said, taking my phone from my pocket. I scrolled through my contacts list, found 'Tree Killers 'R' Us' and dialled.
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4beside me, her trunk wrapped around my hand. She trumpeted softly and looked at me with baby doll eyes. I sighed. I couldn't return her! We exited the department store together.
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4echoes of the rasping barks. When she'd exhausted her Liza Minelli repertoire, she stopped running and slipped into a quiet alleyway. The crowd on Broadway babbled, but the sound
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3I leaned back in my chair, two of its legs in the air. I crossed my arms behind my head, elbows pointing skywards. "Well, I sure as hell ain't moving," I declared. I looked at him