FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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. It just so happened that we were eating pudding right then and there. And my slice wobbled, just like Uncle Hugo's belly. Uncle Hugo was in my pudding! I had to get him out! -
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I didn't hear her answer. I had touched her bare shoulder! 3 times! Tap tap tap. My fingertip tingled. Debbie was saying something about dancing but it didn't register. I reached -
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the concrete under my prison slippers, snuggling under the thin cotton blanket on my lumpy mattress, and hearing my number at roll call. I would be home again. -
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took the chin of the head between my thumb and forefinger. "What do you think of it so far?" I asked the head. "Rubbish!" I replied on it's behalf, waggling the jaw up and down. -
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was, or a Nebulous Battleship. Jimbeau and Flopp were beginning to wonder where they could turn to have all these strange new terms defined. An Untimely Jubilee? A Flubbering