Finished Folds (1—20)
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3of the bathroom and made his way back to the candy shop floor. Children were milling about, knocking over packs of candy cigarettes. By the time he made it to the marble table he
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1They lifted the floor length dress carefully, one fold at a time. By the time they got to where the knees should have, the hourglass in the corner was nearly exhausted, one last
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2pickle factory in time! Because who'd have guessed that beneath layers of dill, was a secret criminal empire? From now on, I'll just stick to making jam.
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3Butterworth wiped the counter a final time and stood back to admire her work. The syrup mafia would find her eventually, that was a given. She lit a smoke and sank into her lazy
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2in the county are wealthy enough to pay. For the rest, it was out of reach. Everyone over the age of 50 was forced to find alternative means, which had created a black market for
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1take a seat and work on my circular breathing. A good didgeridoo session often helped set things right, so I pulled out my ridgy-didge and inhaled deeply, the sound was
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1. The last time she teetered on this edge was prom night. Nothing seemed worth the trouble, why bother at all. She turned and laid on the couch, waiting for the inevitable
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2put the fire out. But the moat was only two feet deep and he just ended up covered in dirt and wet leaves, looking miserable. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there
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1uploaded to the metaverse. The next generation VR headsets came with the HaroldAndMaude 2.0 Odorific Generator. Millions of humans worshiped the Lord Of The Dance, inhaling deeply.
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5seated in the lap of J Mascis. His flowing grey locks were being braided into a french bun by JWoww of Jersey Shore fame. JMan was alone in the corner, wearing a J. Crew
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6warren of sawdust and pelletized rabbit food. The injections were lined up by color. The blue needles were designed to impair creative problem solving abilities. The red ones
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2dusty. In the event that the sequestration came to pass, Pelosi promised that she would do her best "Slumdog Trillionaire" impersonation in the privy to save the country from ruin.
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2required a brandy snifter, a wine decanter, and a cocktail shaker. I placed the breasts in piles according to which vessel they fit in. Just another day at the office.
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5Rye, Pumpernickel, even Sourdough was no match for his soft hands. His dough was almost silken, the texture of an earlobe. When he pressed his thumb to it, it sprang back as if
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4brown, it could have been lost in a UPS shipping center. She flicked a hair off the plate with her clammy hand and rang the bell. "Order's up!"
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4When Jiro saw what I had done, he leapt over the parade of slowly moving sushi boats with a glass of milk. "Drink this if you want to live." I looked at my date, shrugged, and
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4Torn arrived at precisely that moment. He was traveling with an entourage, but was kind enough to help her to her feet. "I'm Elmore, what's your name?" Her day was looking up
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4University of Alabama students who didn't quite understand how the game worked. They continued adding short nonsensical folds until an Auburn Tiger came into the classroom and
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4clown at a child's birthday party. Something about the red nose and the curly hair really got him wound up. He usually waited until the third date to ask them if they would come
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5I will never forget the look on the foreman's face. A look of malice, of hatred. "We find the defendant guilty your honor." The courtroom erupted with catcalls and