Finished Folds (21—40)
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4I sighed as I waited at the ticket stall so I could get my hedge clippers from the garage. As I went through the entrance, rage consumed me. I wielded the clippers and stormed
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2ended his jubilations. 'Postie!' a man shouted loudly though the letterbox. Why was he back, goddamnit? The man wearily got up and opened the door. 'Yes' he said. Then he screamed.
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3towels, not polyester. Who made towels out of polyester? Her skin crawled at the thought of it. Her middle class nose wrinkled as she went over her lines. This play was awful.
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0Every girl loves a bad boy. Until they realise they're cereal killers. I hugged my cornflakes to my chest with the protective instinct of a mother eagle. 'He hates cornflakes' I
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4road, as I presumed, as most things did, the cars would bounce off me. I thought about this as I had my lunch, a child's bicycle I had found abandoned on the highway. When
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2I decided to test this that very same night. Standing on the balcony of the 30th story, I grabbed a large pebble from a houseplant pot behind me. I dropped it over the edge
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1the disturbing fluid that was leaking towards him, with a suspiciously human air. His chuckling ceased as the fluid went from deep green to a watery blue. 'It's like a chameleon'
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4leaned over the remaining pile of soft ash, raking around in it carefully with my hands. My eyes lit up. There was a gold ring with a small blue jewel in it. 'Yes.' I whispered,
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6'Details, details' said the Alder Tree to the pedantic Oak. 'You can't move either, chump.' A small piece of the Oak's bark peeled off in annoyance. 'Oh shut up you-' suddenly
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7turn swiftly down another corridor, it's little metal legs creaking softly as it waddled forward with admirable determination. Riley cursed as the scanner tried to grab his legs,
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5'Wha-?' she threw herself out of bed, hair a mess. 'Bloody hell.' she threw some clothes on and after a pause. 'So... any more news? On the mission?'
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3activated" it said. Lecter whirred monotonously, it's little mechanical brain whizzing thoughts around its structure.
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6Frank was a bald banker. Frankly, he thought, he couldn't give a damn about the economy. He wasn't married. He didn't even have a cat. But by jove, he had money. The thing was
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5The killer wasp hovered over his head like a demonic vulture inspecting his prey. The look of digust on the wasps featureless face was evident. It clancked its vicious pincers.
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2How could you exspect me to keep them? I only took them to please you because I was having an affair with your girlfriend... I could hear Ed crunching his spare camera lenses...
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1you could see every pimple, spot and blemish that adorned his digusting, vile, enormous body. His face
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2The soft fuzziness of her golden brown mohair jumper filled my every thought. The richness of her silver-gold tresses invaded my dreams. The smile of her eyes made me
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2screamed its final ear-splitting scream and exploded with a loud "glop" and was gone. The world was safe once again.
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3a huge balldozer driven by a drunk Kesha drugged up on tequila and glitz. "What a way to die" it thought as the final blow was administered. " I never liked Kesha".
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3never gave anything his all. He was "not good enough" for anything, though he had the brains. He became a Banker.