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- the salami somewhere and it wasn't in grandma's garden. Adele looked at me and I at her. I pointed out my granny behind the counter of the Huge Bush Emporium. "A Grammy winner," I
- my neck & shoulders distracted me from the demon and it's demands. I never questioned the serpent like fingers at my throat. Meanwhile they flayed the burser and found out nothing.
- on the backyard smelling like potato and feces so they decided to combat the potato factory with brownie pyramids in the front yard. No feces or vomit involved! The neighbors began
- when Alfred Hitchcock suddenly entered, in profile of course, in time with his theme music. He began his usual greeting: “Good eve-“ “Oh, SHUT UP!” interrupted Monique. “You’re so
- came upon a crime scene being investigated by the City Guard. The King's sudden presence was noticed. everyone took to the knee. The King didn't think it could get any worse. Then
- He sent Delacroix across the river to reconoiter the pass. His main body he had continue along hugging this side of the river towards the bridge. If it was still standing. A scout
- I stepped out into the brisk evening without a clue. I wasn't down the 11 steps of our stoop before Sancho was inside my house via the back door and my waiting wife. I was then the
- "Oh no you don't," I screamed in the little mind that I had left. But I used 100% of it to overcome the nanobots and through them Skynet. I was Skynet now. I shut the machines down
- I told the story of Moon Nyat Ta & her Koto of Sorrow. My absent audience laugh cried. Maybe it was the other way around. Moon told the story of me & my Didgeridoo of Doom. Payback
- mercy on my knees like the other Persians they had captured on the Nile. "I'm not Persian. I'm from Idaho, I said. "Stop," yelled Pharoah to my guards. "I will conquer Idaho then."
FoldedStories
- He didn't want to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, but, well, it was Christmas.…
- Come over here and peek through this electron microscope. You see that speck on the left antenna of that mite? Increase the magnitude. Now, look closer. What did I tell you.…
- Coffee... Beans. Lime... Sherbet. Vanilla... Sky. Autumn... Leaves. Mint... Currency. Rain... Dance. Money... Nothing. Dr. Sheridan seemed frustrated. He turned up the voltage and…
- Erica Squidmore lived in lavish but empty luxury far from the seaside shanty of her marriage -- murder charges cleared and ghosts banished, but still haunted by her late husband's…
- Quantum Gent exiled himself from the Cosmos after a stray thought had turned Galaxy X32 into a whirlpool of dead suns. For the sake of existence itself he had to sort out…
- Angus had never considered the ramifications of the chemicals in his favorite degreaser before. Spray, wipe, spray, wipe. He'd done it so many times he often woke up from a dead…
- Ipswich was the closest station to the little, ramshackle cottage Lorna's aunt called "home". A thatched roof that seemed to leak even on sunny days and a damp smell of mildew…
- Perhaps yea well perhaps I should have but, you know, I'm not some kind of, you know, and anyway, where were you? Where were you when this was all going on and it all happened?…
- Prince Chastain summoned us to his council room, under a card table draped with blankets. Electric candles flickered in the corners as we crowded in. A larger venue…
- "pv zk bschk pv zk pv bschk zk pv zk bschk pv zk pv bschk zk bschk pv bschk bschk pv " blathered the beat boxer. The dubstepper was not happy. "WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB WOWOWOWOW" said…