Finished Folds (41—60)
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1Ah. That low-flying object was Clark on the red Kryptonite again. How many times would I have to save his bacon? I was getting tired of this. I was going to take all his Red, and
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1I'd pull out my water pistol and freeze their stupid carrot-noses to their ugly snowball faces. "Who's laughing now, slush-face!", I'd jeer back at the snowmen. Then I'd collect
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3geek who always had his face glued to his laptop wherever he went. She wished he would notice her. She didn't want the social butterflies. Her inner geek behind her outer beauty
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3the right phone and the right app. The app to beat all apps! The all-phone app app. The digital phone-finder. The app appraiser. They would be rich and famous if this worked out!
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3I trundle out the old vacuum clearer and put on the small brush attachment. 'Okay, feet out!' I sing-song to the elderly inmates of the establishment. 'Toe cleaning time!'
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3locking herself in the cleaning closet and shoving the key under the door. No way out. Detox. Cleaning stuff. Self-rehab. Yup. Next morning, she woke with a slightly clearer head.
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5and I became careless. My ruffled shirts became stained with gore. I left my victims drained of blood, lying where I dropped them. This did not please the elders, who
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0The shortest novel in the world began: Once
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3Gregor's family did not mourn his passing. The next morning, however, they, too had transformed into giant beetles.
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7Steven's mother stroked his hair and sang his favourite lulllaby until he fell asleep. Then the sandman came, and Steven
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3Wayne was a misery-guts. 'Wayne the whinger', they called him at the office. He didn't care what they called him. He had plenty to grouch about
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3Rumpelstiltskin had reformed. With plenty of therapy, he no longer craved gold and other people's children. He was now married to one of the seven dwarves' sister, and they lived
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1He joined Twitter so he could follow the lives of his favourite celebrities. The problem was, he followed so many, that
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0Bleugh! That's disgusting!
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1That was the last straw. A real job, indeed. Yes. I'd go into town alright, but no stupid 'suit buying' for me. I'd go and 'go to town' on her credit card! My job is as real as any
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2the rope and shimmied up. "Your Majesty! Please come down from there!" Foiled again Liz ii loved playing at Lara Croft, but her staff wouldn't let her. She handed the thin blade to
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3man. Elvis lives!
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2Maybe she could throw it at the windscreen, smash it and use the glass to cut through the jammed seatbelt. She'd have to hold her breath and do it quickly, though. The car sank
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3the closet and got the gun that was hidden there. Then I packed an overnight bag as quickly as I could. My secret mission, should I choose to accept it,
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1suddenly stopped shoving doughnuts down my friend's and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. 'Why, oh why can't I