Finished Folds (381—400)
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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
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5Who knows where the other 96% turn up? Some say it's underneath the sofa cushions, and some say it's under your leg the whole time you're looking around for it. The remotes of the
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5'Wow, I'm so British right now,' the sad little muppet thought. The thought made him a bit less sad, and he felt like an amicable little muppet instead. The next song was "Heroes"
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3brag about her success on social media. Her favourite past-time was posting foodie shots on Instagram, always with "#blessed #foodie" somewhere in the caption. It drove her friends
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4and got to chopping. He carved a path of green carnage, slicing stems and leaves with ferocious abandon. He became so engrossed in the act of destruction that he didn't see the
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3it's time for dinner. Then the chef can haul the hope back onto the deck and prepare the food as required. The ocean salt did miracles for emphasising the flavour of the meat.
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4fell flat, much like the flies dying by the windowsill. Nobody cleaned, so dust and dead flies built up in the corners year after year. The air became as stale as the cliche jokes.
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2the impossibly tall shelves, which were jammed with books and seemed to stretch upwards to the ceiling. Pages wanted to stop and investigate the titles, but the mouse prodded her.
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8e're carnivores. We eat meat," the alpha wolf explained. Buckets began to feel a little nervous as the wolves exchanged looks. The pack fell upon the clown in a whirlwind of fangs.
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3The minute hand on the pocket watch ticked past the 12. Thus began the Witching Hour began, and the madness was released into the world.
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7chafing. The Spandex pants amplified the friction on my red, raw skin and brought me close to tears. But the show must go on. I clambered up the ladder, wincing with each step, and
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6carousel music box which contained the key. My competitors stumbled out into the light, blinking furiously in the brightness. Luckily I'd taken my vitamins and had the advantage.
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4I wasn't going to give him what he wanted! No doctors are trustworthy, not least of all the ones who can get you admitted into a mental asylum. I had to play it safe with him.
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3pered sincerely. She met his eyes with her own. Despite her age, her eyes were a clear, bright blue and sparkled with excitement. He bowed low, then took her hand kissed it gently.
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7er backpack with pebbles. She'd get Joe's attention, alright. She loaded the backpack until stones spilled out and it was almost too heavy to lift. Joe was still focused on his
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4from matchsticks and Play-Doh. The issues arose when Jerry, one of the assistants, wouldn't stop eating the delicious dough. He had developed an insatiable craving for Play-Doh.
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5of persecution. The foolish peasants of my homeland simply didn't understand the wonders that I could perform. The good folk of Haiti were far more enlightened and welcomed me.