Finished Folds (101—120)
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4"How sickeningly sweet of you, Knave of Spiced Meats." Sherlock said, struggling to play his violin while BBQ ribs lay along its strings. Ending on a sour note
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4He flinched, deflecting the panhandler as she tried to entice his appetite for destruction, making him Japanese pan noodles right there, knee-to-knee on the tour bus.
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8leiderhosen, and the air smelled of baloney. Day 50: Still no sign of King Rat but signs of his followers were abundant. Their cheddar theft would forever leave me scarred, dreamin
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2A bloody flower placed in a glass of milk.
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3forgotten as Larry, with his unreal band, turned into a butternut squash. His contract stated when he finished his 100th gig, he'd revert to his original state: Larry-The-Squash.
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1I opened it. "Help" was scrawled out. But Art didn't seem in danger, and he did just fart in my face, the brute. Then I knew. It was the Feckin' Farters, the most dangerous gang in
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7So I threw on my leg warmers, headband, kneepads & cleats and closed my eyes, ready for the most powerful nap I had ever experienced before in all my life.
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5I held out the chalk for Matt Damon. He glared at me. Then his expression softened. He understood, stomping out his cigarette, finishing the proof on our chalkboard. It was real.
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7aptly named restaurant, "Cheese and Rice." Though they had a capacity issue, meaning many of the hipster nuns and priests were cross to cross, it was the place to be. Saint McMurty
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2It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the time of our lives, timely yet timeless... peacetime was our pastime, but sometimes it's past springtime.
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2"Now you will only be able to speak in Shakespearean vernacular." The kitschy witch laughed as the girl screamed in pain. Millennial ebonics were her life. Slang was her life force
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3Upon concluding business, Jim went to shake hands. His partner recoiled. "Sorry, I have a thing." And by thing, he meant tactile confusion. Hand sensations misfired to his genitals
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6"Must I?" "Yes. To do anything else would be instant death. Conformity, m'lad, is your saving grace. People are scared of 'different'." He sulked in The Medieval Times break room,
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10No one has ever been in an empty room
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4I looked out the window and closed my eyes; something something waffle fries.
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4"Footloose." He only stared harder at Shelly's defenseless, naked toes. Didn't she notice all her shoes had gone missing? Or that her socks were stretched out of shape? The humming
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2Luckily, her regal tower had the latest sound equipment. Emmy the Great revved up beats, shaking the walls with house party essence. Nearby, a Prince heard the deafening bass
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5ily onto the coffee table. Robocow, shmobocow - I refused to be trapped in the house by her brute strength. Grabbing a pack of industrial bolts and grass,
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0big pizza pie. We ducked for cover as the surrounding area was obliterated by scalding red sauce, pieces of meat and cheesy bread. Little Caesar had gone mad, laughing from his
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2"If you're lost you can look, and you will find me... time after time." The ghost of Cyndi Lauper's eyeshadow emerged from the girl's poster as she cried into her soggy pillow.