Finished Folds (1—8)
-
3"Oh! I think I might have just one left," they replied with a soft chuckle. "Oh thank god," I said. "If you didn't, it would have been the pits."
-
4and a pair of koalas. Last time I ever try using spacetime mechanics to boost my fashion cred. Nowadays, I put on my pants like the rest of you: in a stable time loop.
-
9what would end up being the worst night of my life. Janice's lips were chapped, we got lost on the way home, I think one of my shoes is at the bottom of a cliff. But... amazing.
-
4"So... are you going to try it, or what?" she prompted. He looked back at the pool, crisp and emerald. "Uh... Yeah. Yeah sure, I'll do it. It's just a dive, right?"
-
3took a sip with a toss of his hair. He didn't even notice. "But I suppose something like that would be meaningless to you, wouldn't it?" he said, with an icy bite to his words.
-
6couldn't believe his eyes. "Bob Dylan?" he asked, gazing upon Bob's bare chest, almost as glistening as the trophy he was holding. "Oh... wow. I'm sorry, it's just that I'm
-
4pulled, and my wig came right off. I watched each of those curls billow in the wind as it fell to the ground, unable to do anything but gasp. "Are you serious?" I gasped. "Do ANY
-
2"Pffft. Yeah, right," he said. "As if this is even functional anymore. You know what they say about old buttons like these...