Finished Folds (1—20)
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5wildly on the floor like a platypus on LSD. Did it really matter, in the end, who may or may not have killed them? Everyone shot each other daggers. Literally. They were all dead.
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3change the world in such a way. In fact, these toilets were so life-changing that the second you placed your posterior onto one, a unicorn visited you and gave you a high five.
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8hooligans who were somewhat obssessed with biology, a fact that fueled their hate for physics, in particular the now dead Wicked Theoretical Physicist of the West. I pushed through
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1the table, looking at the faces around us. Some were familiar, some not. Annie looked at me nervously. I looked around and, awkwardly, said, "Um...hi. How's the food?"
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3"You should know. The original bell was important. Now it's gone, and this...thing...is here. You know why, don't you?"
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2I guess. Within 24 hours I'd stopped eating completely. At first, the hunger was overwhelming. But after a while it just became something in the background, a slight ache.
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1up over, but it was gone, lost to the breeze. I sank to my knees, sending pink fluff flying everywhere. As the fluff flew I inhaled some and began to choke, desperately breathing
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1Or was I? Thereswas something, something I was missing, something I didn't quite get. Maybe I wasn't wrong. Maybe, for once, I was right.
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3Within 5 minutes, the selfie had 8 quadrillion likes. I'd become a sensation, a wonder-boy, a- Wait a minute...8 quadrillion likes? Something was wrong. I only had 5 friends.
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4pulled out a knife and slit his own throat with no explanation whatsoever. I looked back at the severed head and grabbed it by the hair. Smiling, I drop kicked it
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1sexy as the one's before, to which he replied, "Suck it, you potato." Jack Sparrow then realized that he had transformed into an Irish stereotype, so he took his jar of dirt and
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5Within seconds, the men were driving off into the night, ready for whatever hit them. Except for the giant sack of potatoes that fell from the sky about six seconds after they left
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1Only one thing, and it would work. And that thing? Oh, that thing was a precious thing, a rare commodity. To operate, it would need a hair from the head of the Queen's dog.
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4Then I realized something. The great Doctor, Hannibal Lecter, was hiding something very dangerous. At once it hit me. It was obvious. Hannibal Lecter was secretly a fairy princess.
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0There was only one thing left to do. Digit lifted the body and, with one swift movement, bit into the leg. He kept biting, tearing and chewing his way through, and soon the corpse
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4Rapunzel's castle, stroking his beard while pretending to be Albus Dumbledore. Sometimes the necromancer laughs for no reason, scaring his pet cat Jeremiah. Jeremiah hates it when
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5her glance and stared into her soul, his blue eyes piercing through her thoughts. Then, without a second thought, she pulled the revolver from her purse and shot Big Bob right in
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4in horror as she stabbed the popsicle sticks into her eyeballs, screaming in agony. She took the syringe and plunged it into her neck, drawing blood and drinking it with the straw.
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6begin to experience random spasms, as thumbs attached to robotic limbs often do. It is a shame that to get into anywhere nowadays, you must provide ID with your thumb. I knew a guy
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0the true hatred he was feeling at this particular moment in time. If he began to gag and retch, then so be it. That was the price he had to pay for using such despicable