Finished Folds (381—400)
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4it fidgeted right back. He paused, unsure, before experimentally fingering his cleft. A definite response! His heart fluttered. It wasn't long before he was attracting stares.
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2Eleanor. It would enthrall him even as it damned him. He set to work, perforating the tree with an ice pick until the oil flowed freely into the sentient sponges he'd arrayed
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4Hallelujahs and Ave Marias. At nights when the rectory locked its doors they slid out into the neon spattered streets to hawk their wares. They promised chrome dreams and stainless
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4toilet flung from a disintegrating space station onto the skull of an unsuspecting teenager at the prime of her life, thus causing her to into the ranks of undead soul reapers.
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3His belly strained against his orange jumpsuit, lips glistening with grease.Tears caught,sparkled in his beard."I wanted to die on my own terms."That heart attack just didn't come.
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3A darkness covered the land, the Brockengespenst conjuring itself from a far off peak, and it fled the sunrise, looming, towards the hive.It was the monstrous, bat-like Criss Angel
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4"Come to the ark!" cried the madman who had constructed for years a ship made from tupperware and saran wrap, and now he was laughing, closing his translucent doors to everyone.
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1You couldn't be sure it was moss or leeches oozing onto you from the low,dark trees as you flail across bog country, pursued by an unreliable, gloaming witch light.
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7The needle probed a vein, popped it. She sighed, her toes curling on the filthy mattress. Ever since sandmen, dream entradistas, brought back the stuff, the world lay in a stupor.
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4It was a drive-by shooting, only it was film instead of bullets.
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4Cheshire grins drifted from the heavens like fat snowflakes. To be touched meant immediate and perpetual mirth resulting in a long, riotous cachinnate towards death by starvation.
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1Everyone immediately blushed and looked at their feet. Accounts of the olfactory devastation at the Day's Inn placed him as the hero. But he was only trying to save himself from
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3entered, munching a blueberry bagel. It was like telepathy. He stared at me through the caked blood paint and I looked back. We remained like that for a good couple of minutes then
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4my vision with blood that leaked from the ensuing lacerations. I would have to depend on other eyes, and my third one unfolded, a three-dimensional pyramid spinning out in all
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5slowly going, busy preparing a succulent imaginary feast of these Care bears to Care-a-lot. Dark Heart snapped out of it to find the pink one looking up at him with big wide eyes.
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5This continued for several more cycles until he woke up in a darkened room. A skeleton slumped at the nurse's chair. "She sure was big-boned," Dirk said, rubbing his eyes.
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4she didn't see. Which was a good thing because my dreams were astral now in leaking, bold primary colours, prancing around Wendy. She would blanch at the things they were doing.
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3, with a gasp, his reproductive cells. The results were glorious. Thermal energy radiated from the petridish to suffuse his features and he saw worlds upon worlds. My God, he was
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4"Give me the ring," growled Benedict, suddenly hoarse with lust. "I cannot last for long without it." I figured I would cut the pumpernickel roll loose to save our necks.
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3rock where fraternity boys pissed away a thousand and one nights of benders, its urea soaked surface quietly radiating a nose's smorgasbord of histories. Hauling up my supersquirt,