Finished Folds (21—28)
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7noisily, coating everything. I slipped in delicious blueberry goop immediately and gave myself a hard blueberry whack on the noggin. Dazed, I lay there, on my face, and wondered if
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4I felt a wet *thwump* in the small of my back, and I went sprawling onto my front and slid very quickly towards the large picture window at the end of the hall. Shit shit shit!
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5dered 683 individually wrapped jelly beans, each one with a tiny yellow ribbon wrapped around it happily proclaiming "Jesus thinks you're just ok". My grin was so wide it hurt, and
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5stale peanut. I walked over to you, drew a pygmy tuna fish from my pocket and thwumped it down on the desk right under your button nose. "You know what this is" I stated. "Explain"
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7in fact trying to jack my car at that very moment. My legs knew what to do before I did, and I was hurtling across the street shouting a slew of things all to the tune of 'Wait!!'
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8someone with such gorgeous ankles. I smiled down at my shapely ankles, stretching them pleasingly. I turned back to my frosty champagne flute and lazily stroked Florian, my
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4blood and fist fulls of cut flowers everywhere. I skidded through a puddle of blood, pushing my knotted and filthy hair from my eyes. Something had gone very wrong indeed with the
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3terrible joke making. "I'm sorry sir but a joke of that poor calibre carries the death sentence in these parts, you know the rules". The mayor did a double take. "I'm sorry what?".