FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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Was she worthy of tasting the noodles, however? There they lay, so perfectly in the china bowl, glistening with butter. She bent her head to fathom the aroma. All of the sudden, -
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I hated my twin brother because he reminded me of myself. I hated myself. So then, I also hated him. Which meant that I also hated myself. It was a vicious cycle. -
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. Pooh beamed and warmly invited the child to his den. Sadly, a dour beat cop overheard the word "honey" spoken repeatedly, took one look at Pooh in his lederhosen & arrested him. -
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wined her arms tightly around my neck, grunted & whispered in a raspy voice. "MINE!" Aunt Gracy? A jewel thief? She snatched the sparkling Carmen Lucia from my grasp & shoved me
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with its up nose sniffing the air. I watched a puffy cloud in the sky change into a shape that looked like a sad face and wondered if it held any special meaning. A loud moan came