Finished Folds (21—40)
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4and saw a pentagram scratched in blood. OMG! I realised I had somehow ended up in a parallel universe where bad spelling is punishable by death-by-drainage, and I was on the list
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2"I'm mad, I am," he declared, quite soberly. "Now you can't trust my word, and my will will be nullified!" He gave a high-pitched cackle, then a calm and refined sip of tea.
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1the naughty children, but Blitzen thought their parents should be the ones to go, rather than the children. Then the children could be used as extra manpower in their factories.
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1mirror and four reflections of himself. This bolstered his dampened courage no end. If there were four of him, he thought he could defend his honour quite thoroughly. He strode to
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3He took his tray and whacked Jasmine on the head with it. Unfortunately, he misjudged his swipe, and his strength, because he decapitated her. The dinnerladies got covered in gore,
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1everyone to leave - I had a rat in my hand, so everyone listened and ran out. I set the rat free and proceeded to raid the Big Belly kitchen. I was so hungry that I devoured
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0decipher what anyone else was saying, which is why the juicer ended up with a name like Hncfdgfbsdhufd. Anyway, they never sold many, and ended up going bankrupt. The CEO
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2into the table where all the scalpels lay ready, which in turn flew into the air. The creature on the operating table was wise and hid, but the vets were too slow. A scalpel sliced
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0And the hog fell down and blocked the drain, which was a pain because of all the rainwater running in the gutter. So the water started to fill the street, and the fog got thicker.
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4idea, paper and all, and then made himself some hot chocolate. He didn't put the pink marshmallows in, because he thinks pink is yuckeroony. Giving up was his forte. So it was down
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1, which paved the way for him to remove Amanda, Riley, Hannah, and Gordon. Removing him was easy, because Gordon is a moron.
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3, down his oesophagus, into his lungs, navigated through the bronchioles, shrinking all the while, until it entered his bloodstream. It wasn't really a moth, just disguised as one.
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0Whitebait! Get yer whitebait here! Genocide on a plate! Mitchell's a great man, he is! Come and but your genocide!
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2This continued until they were so filled with water, they could only slosh about and splash. Punches were pillowed in flesh ballooned with water.
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4Piety in comparison was more difficult, unless one included logophilia. But if syllables are related to combinations of letters, perhaps a rebus of language would improve things
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4- she would apple-pie the sheets on her parents' bed, and put ice at the foot of her sister's bed. Ha ha! This was going to be a brilliant April 1st. What else could she do...
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1one time his room-mate walked in when he was smothered in the stuff. "What is that smell, and why have you got cream smothered all over yourself?' "I can wear shorts with Nair."
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3dirt, and pick out all the tasty tidbits from it. Wormy beetly creepy crawlies. Excellent to keep you going over the elders' storytelling sessions. Good, clean, natural food
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1it broke into song. The wonder ceased as he realised the munchkin was tone-deaf and couldn't sing at all. "Oh, I see now. You need help!" The munchkin nodded. "I'll call Mr Cowell
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2their foreheads. He shrieked in horror as the aliens advanced. "What have you done to my family?" He cried. "They have served their purpose" intoned the one who had been his father