Finished Folds (281—300)
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3d, tinged with harp music and somehow from above, and it was decided. The next edition featured Nuns munching In-N-Outs while Popes photographed cardinals with Mohammed at Piggly-W
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1various things that started with the first four letters of "analogy." I eventually awoke to find myself
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3sugar-laden and fattening trappings of the American breakfast with designer coffee.They were easily won over;history would brand them traitors when the Lizards from Deep Time came.
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1My voice tortured by its language, the soul of Joe passed from his body into that of the dog. The bloody lump moaned. Shit! I'd forgotten all dogs go to heaven. Joe's body just sat
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4small canines started nibbling at his flesh when he became too weak to beat them away. He hoped his mama would never find out he died all et up in the gutter like a dirty old dog.
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3And they'd lost it. I guess the comet was happy, like a little puppy wagging its little tail. Or it didn't like the robot landing on its back and shook it off. Kayla thought on it
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4He quickly got used to it. It wasn't just naivete but an inborn ability to accept things as they were. Joe didn't cross lines or stub toes. He awoke in his basement one 00.1% day.
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6hot and aloof. It struck again, at a million-hertz rate and I was re-living every second of my life a million times over until it all flickered, and I was blinking from a daydream.
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5didn't know whether it was a conga or a run-on sentence and where it all started or ended, but you knew it ultimately didn't matter. Walt hammered this point in on to his audience.
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1and played the rip-roaringest best he'd ever played in his life, his eyes careening all over the place while the Nutcracker jigged choppily. In came a veritable cast of characters:
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7Inside the email was a draft of an unfinished story about a girl who opened a draft in her email to begin a story and stopped because she had an unread email.
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3In the Zit Zapper "Actual Customer" portion of the infomercial,it's also touted as emergency plastic surgery. I smile on camera as I hear a fart. I would never need to smell again!
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7Wife wear Smilodon skirt. Smilodon skirt now on floor. Wife wear nothing but Alligator Claw. I drop rock Phil gave me. I forget why want kill wife. Why wife pick up rock? Hey—
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5Folding Story Moral Code 2: Don't euthanize an idea as its trying to get out. Wait until it feels secure.
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4The colour out of photographic space! In my haste to get away, my hand brushed against the it. Tetrachromacy possessed me! "My God, it's full of stars," was all I could get out.
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6Of course I had to demonstrate, with much yelling and grievous damage to my person, the ease and speed one could traverse this unconvincingly steep gradient.
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7and their dismembered extremities, he slipped and fell on his side. "Oh dear, help me up, please." There was no way I was helping homicidal Elmo. I picked up its bloody machete.
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3but quite positive for his albeit literal outlook on life. "Look to the future," his AA meeting chorused. He still took drugs, but it made the meetings more bearable.
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0Crouched in her haggardly hut held aloft by junglefowl talons, her eyes burn with baleful light, reflected from the town burning across the river.
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2Then her yawn had a yawn, and together they had little yawn babies.The future yawned ahead of them, fraught with yawns and riddled with yawns,but a rainbow yawned over the horizon.