FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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his soul to eternity.There wasn't much left of him in the aftermath of the accident,but a few days later, a hobo found the blood-stained gold rose strewn a few feet from the tracks -
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the flames rising from what had been his rental car, a sensible compact he'd picked up only hours ago at the airport. His mind raced. How was he going to explain this to -
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Hello Foldingstory reader! I m a Prince who one the lotterie at my home country in Nigeria! Howevr, do two my prestiege I m not abel too get my winnings out of country. You! may be -
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As I set up ant traps around the kitchen, Bob Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind" was playing on the radio. It was then that I misheard the lyrics as "the ants are my friends..." -
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message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me