Finished Folds (1—18)
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3The name rang a bell. Beeville Farms, TX...oh yes. It was in the news: 'Mushrooms from Beeville Farms are not only delicious but will send you to
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0reflexively bringing forkfulls of food up to the gaping space where their mouths would be if their heads weren't on those silver platters. A head stirs, the mouth opening as if to
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3ooked at the Powerpoint on the screen. "The 'financial health' of the organisation is as dead as a zombie that's been headshot. What more do you need to know?" "You lie!" cried the
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4He held out a garment bag. I cautiously opened it. Inside was the most hideous costume I'd ever seen. This would ruin me! If I were seen by the CEO dressed like a
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3I unfurled my wings and let my ratty body soar into the heavens. Now the neighbours really do envy me. And fear me. And that suits me fine. Now my work begins. The end is nigh.
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3from the remains of the fridge. Its covered in mayo, marmite and mustard. "Who puts Marmite in the fridge," I wondered idly, whilst battling the hideous clown. It licked its
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4"Hey kiddo, you really don't want to do this," Barbie told me, in a surprisingly deep voice. "You KNOW Joe had nothing to do with your dad's death. You know it was
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4Either that, or the thought of all those sweet, sweet fried donuts no longer in my car but rather strewn and rolling on the onramp. I used to have donuts. Alas, now I have none.
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3the grand poobah of hell. Or perhaps the president of hell. Damn, I wish there were a word for the CEO of Hell. I'll call myself...Executive President of the Hellish Corporation.
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2clucker. He thought he was a duck but was, in fact a chuck. Weep for brother Tucker, for he is cursed with
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4noticed that my bones were, in fact, made of pure nostalgium. I thought of my childhood love of comics and realised that I'd created a new element. My new name: Nostalgerene.
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7But what I hadn't noticed was that the sheep had played me for a fool. The driver was Dolly. The conductor was flossy. And the flute player was a horror to behold - who knew sheep
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6contemplated her life. Once, she was an onion - full and round, with a papery skin that was the envy of the allotment. Cruelly cut down, her remaining ring feared the oil, but also
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1and stopped dead. She was in a pinstriped suit, surrounded by paperwork and brandishing a calculator. "Agent Davis, I presume. I hereby arrest you for tax fraud." It's a fair cop.
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4She pointed to her tin foil hat. "So you noticed my headwear. Well done." She was livid, as were the aliens tuned in to her hat's frequency. "You know what this means?"
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3Of course, Mr Shore could only assume it was a teenager. He could only assume the knocker was alive and human. Such assumptions had put him in grave danger before and may yet prove
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6picture frame. For the unlife of Norman the Vampire, he couldn't imagine why the frame would be red. For that matter, why the hell (heh) was the sky cerise and the trees formed of
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5either my perceptions are warped or these clowns are clowning around...robotically." But how to prove it? He mulled it over before pulling out his trusty