Finished Folds (2261—2280)
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2figure. I squawked miserably & squeezed out an egg while the Cock in Chief & Lydia preened their feathers. I snapped. Squishing through the bars of the cage I ran for it, straight
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4exotic talking point in my sitting room. Except none of my friends noticed my stele of Naram-Sim. They just drank all my gin and talked about the usual crises in their lives. How
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3ts and tapped out "Call Me Maybe" on her skull. She spat out the scarf, took me out with a flying drop kick and sang "Gangham Style" at me in Korean. "Where did you learn Korean?"
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3The writer, the only inmate, had 300 guards on shifts outside his cell. He communicated with them as usual, by haiku. My cell is guarded/By too many of you lot/You are all nutters
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3and wondered if she could visit him in Chi Hoa prison. Robert hadn't told her exactly why he'd been jailed for 10 years, but as far as she could tell it was all a terrible misunder
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6The first lesson I learned at Duble & Trubhorn was never get in the lift with Fred from accounts. He farts & has hands which are less wandering & more Siege of Stalingrad. The oxyg
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4Sasha couldn't help jealous twinges thinking about what he got up to between the sheets of other notebooks. It tore her edges a little. So she went to get herself rebound in vellum
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4ramasalata. The walnut's little tongue licked the Greek confection off my finger. Who knew nuts were piscatarian? I cracked open a jar of soused herring. The walnut hopped into the
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1what, I thought as I laid my cheek against her quivering butt and hugged her tight. My heart leapt out of my chest & leapt froggily across the living room carpet. Morwena shrieked
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4When a man loves blood so much, it's all he can see in his wife's eyes. Spiro Jr knew this only too well. He drank the Bloody Mary & whispered into the bloodsucker's wife's ear
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9eschews buddhism, it does it forever. This lizard was off the karmic wheel & mad as hell. Sir Dashwood wasn't going to be kicked around by no reptile. I said "Ohm," more in hope th
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4ontologist. Milk paleontologists are patient: milk fossilises poorly. "Find any milk rocks today?" she asked sympathetically. He gave her a withering look and patted his cow, Petra
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4I don't mind my hand being used as a condiment. Or a tea cosy. Or a pressure cooker. But use it as an occasional table and YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH. There... I just kicked the cat
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7which pulled down another lever which turned the cog which rotated the gyro-gizmo. With a plop, the egg fell into the boiling water and after 4 minutes a net scooped it out and int
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5really meant it when I said I wanted my folds displayed in bold and anyone ignoring their contents to be barred for life. Now I'm on the run. FoldingStory editors kill at dawn
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2& pushed it into a walk in freezer. I parked the cart & corpse behind some sides of beef and went back to work. Next day, in the butcher section I spotted a tray of toes labelled a
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7Because of my shoes. I'm wearing today. One is called love. The other is pain.
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1I've always been a bit of a klutz. Last week I stumbled in my stilettos and tore a hole in the fabric of reality. It was a blue hole & the edges shimmered like shoals of tiny fish
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5Det. Manatee, Squawkers and Spambaby walked into a bar. The zombie attack from the Death Star led to Mayor McCheese allying with The Hamburglar to defeat VulvaVoice & Madame Wong
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3My ineffable essence floated along happily infusing passers by with me-ness. Uh oh! Just spotted a Grand Vizier with a jewelled bottle & a crafty expression. Shazaam! I'm trapped