Finished Folds (121—140)
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10and mooed loudly. "My apologies, ma'am," I said, stepping out of the queue. I didn't have time to wait for the cows to manoeuvre themselves into the tiny bathroom. I squatted down
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3The alien civilisations were fascinated by the product of the scientists' discovery. We began to receive transmissions from across the galaxy. "Give us the Mountain Dew Pop-tarts!"
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3Tigma and Fugg's throats, crushing them simultaneously in a powerful stranglehold. After a few moments, Urhuum let the vacant bodies of her so-called "friends" drop into the dirt.
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2slowly roast it in foil and bring forth the natural, smoky flavours. Besides, we make sure he cleans his teeth at the start and end of each shift. I could see the health inspector
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5wearing a matte black morph suit and with a sock puppet on either hand. Lexi's expression was flat as she waited for me to react. I put on my best poker face as the right puppet
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3her feet ached and her water bottles were drained. Mrs. Erickson came to a stop on a cliff overlooking the sea. The breeze was stiff and salty, but her sleeping bag shielded her.
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6performed the heart-wrenching solo ballad just at the end of the 1st Act, Satan leapt to his feet and applauded with great enthusiasm. "I love you Newt!" the Lord of Hell bellowed.
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6shame, depressed by my inability to rile the man up. As I made my way down the concrete sidewalk, another plan occurred to me. I grabbed the nearest flowerpot and sprinted back to
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4Working as a pizza delivery driver had never been a goal of mine. I'd wanted to be a ghost hunter. But tracking down the paranormal didn't put pizza on the table. But last night,
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4love: the 1956 release titled "Lappish Joik Songs from Northern Norway". What better way to pay tribute to the memory of my dead, record-loving, Norwegian family members?
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2laughing matter, but the recalcitrant staff members couldn't suppress their snorts and giggles. "Hey, look, it's a dead body," said a short young man with an e-cig in his mouth.
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4McDonald's. This is a family restaurant, after all." It was my best calm, competent managerial voice, but Mr. Dalut hardly seemed to register my words. "I ordered a LARGE fries!"
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3either, but I was campaigning for research grants so that I could conduct a thorough study. Eventually I wound up in front of the grants board with a slideshow and a nervous sweat.
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3But the story didn't end with the thieves' prison sentence. They were irrepressible. Inside the prison, the gang of thieves stole anything not nailed down, including soap, books &
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3that coupon for 50% off the full price of a basic large pizza. I grabbed out my trusty vacuum and pointed the nozzle at the shimmering outlines of the ghosts. "Hasta la pizza!"
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5Ever since that plucky young journalist stepped inside the cafe, the wheels of fate began to turn. Though perhaps it started earlier, when Lily invented the carrot latte with soy.
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4between the tent pegs arranged in a pentagram. His slimy, dripping entrails had looked obscenely beautiful in the hexed candles' eerie blue light. They tasted even better, though.
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3Jimmy's eyes flickered shiftily. He couldn't let the director work out where the blood REALLY came from, so he ducked down to the costume store to buy some and kept the receipt.
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4He couldn't help but wince as he felt the wet heat drip down his leg. He glanced around at everyone but nobody had noticed, so he crouched down and wiped the sword on the grass.
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5But the enraged raccoons weren't satisfied. A group of raccoon activists stormed the Taco Mojo where Dr. Phil worked and threw rotten, trash eggs at his shiny, bald head. He cried.