Finished Folds (1—20)
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3"Well, I thought it was good." That was all that needed to be said about that chocolate. "No need for big words." We sat at the table, still chewing our candy, doing what we always
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2'No, it wasn't awesome. Not even close.' I gestured at the wreckage of their car, stained with the blood of a random biker. I had been called to the crash, and as a cop I had never
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8cry, giggle and gawk, and so much more. These writings, no matter how silly (or poorly-written in hindsight), have changed people. So when I began to write my magnum opus, I had FS
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3Guts flew everywhere, decorating the dog and the Queen with various organs. Scraps of intestine flung onto the royal throne, Her Majesty vomited, and Gromit began to regret talking
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4Standing almost 7 feet tall and wide with muscle, Mother Bruce was a kind figure in the community. His beard was often braided and ribboned as he told fairy tales to kids at the
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3there awaiting him: Olivia Newton John. Fear and embarrassment spread across his face, and he slammed the door in her face. That was the last person he needed to ever see again.
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0the men to return home from work. That's all they did nowadays, just mine away at rocks for jewels that were never there. Those damn dwarves just need to get back home soon. Bored,
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6grow before it stops all together. Takes a lot of time, it does. All that groomin' and primpin' that goes along with hair- it's worse with a beard. You need to get food out all the
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8fifteen years old, she would wield a switchblade like it was the most powerful weapon in the world. Her sweet exterior masked the cold, hardened heart molded by her gang family.
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2Despite the odd name, his mother's bouts of spontaneous word combinations were tamer in comparison to his younger siblings, Suck Choosy and Fellationa. Our Turly Curd was lucky.
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2She walked to the altar, knife in hand, and pulling the other woman aside she plunged it deep into her chest. That "come hither" look faded quickly as her heart was sacrificed for
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8That was the one question lingering in the science class as the toad's tank was knocked over, spilling the pet onto the windowsill. Leaping from the window to the sidewalk four
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11she became enamored with "The Butter Battle Book", and she added two pieces of toast to her daily meal, with one piece always buttered differently than the other. I just worried
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3"Try it!" I will try it, asshole, as soon as the smoke from whatever you're burning empties from my lungs. You've got enough incense burning to choke out the dank weed smell, and
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5smell mixed with the thick stink of smoke overtook me, and as I gagged I could only hope that the train would hit them and get rid of a few targets. I was running low on ammo, and
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6the gunk off of my hands trying to get it off, but my father laid a hand on my shoulder. "Keep it there," he said, "it's part of growing up. Shit sticks with you, you live with it.
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9Regardless, you couldn't help but wonder if that was why moths would fling themselves to a fiery death. The chance of rebirth through intense pain was enough for them, but not me.
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5No matter where you were in that dump of a town; there was a higher than likely chance you'd find a lost animal mewling for your help.
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6I walked through, letting it brush my legs. Looking out at the world around me, I couldn't help but think this was the perfect place to disappear to.
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5Deep inside I knew I wouldn't be forgiven for this mess I made of myself, but I could only hope. It wouldn't be fair to simply knock away redemption.