Finished Folds (141—160)
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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.
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2Tom and Carol couldn't bear to divorce and have to split up their beloved pair of Rottweilers, so they stayed married but had mutually agreeable flings with their same-sex lovers.
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5So, the aliens decided to breed a subspecies of humans who were entirely mute. They began by selecting quiet or mute parents and forced them to raise their offspring in silence.
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4his previous career as the Lord of the Underworld negate his optometry qualifications? I think not. Satan gestured to the patient's chair and fitted my head with the goggles.
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7The snow melted on his flushed skin and sent spirals of steam into the night sky, which thankfully concealed his junk. As he cooled down he looked around for the source of the POP.
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3shuffled over to the water cooler, filled a polystyrene cup with room temperature water and brought it back to me with a bow. "Thanks, Igor." I turned back to the committee. "No."
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5The binky was shortly followed by a splatter of vomit, which landed on Smith's shoulder. He sighed but continued bouncing the baby gently. George stood up and fetched paper towel.
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5huge and hulking. Under the strobing lights, they appeared to run towards me in stop motion, their grimaces contorting between each flash of light. They grabbed my bare arms and le
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3execution of all the mindless people who fed from the bland white noise which the Telescreens espoused. But they hadn't accounted for one man: Dougal McDingle. The Scottish agent
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4The signal was always fuzzy, though, and listeners became irritated by the low quality sound waves. "To hell with it," they'd say, turning the dial and plunging into silence.
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5And a little confused, if she was being honest. There were some undertones of apathy as well (not that she cared). She realised she didn't actually know how she felt.
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5The creature itself had vanished for the moment, but I could hear it's thin, rasping breath from somewhere in the shadows at the edge of the road. It was wounded, but not fatally.
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2I could see the men at the back of the crowd picking up their pitchforks. "Oh no, no," I muttered to myself. I glanced around, looking for an escape. The cobblestone road leading
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5I told him as much and he sat back in alarm, like I was a plague victim who'd coughed in his direction. "M-my son..." Father Drubbin gasped. "Surely you wish to be free of sin?"
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5he complimented the Emperor's masculine form, so he averted his eyes from his majesty. "I-it's... Perhaps... A little revealing, my Lord?" he stuttered. The Emperor sneered.
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3for three years, since the last Iron Psychopath Tourney was held at the abandoned asylum the next town over. The competition was fierce and only the best loonies could qualify.