FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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That was it. I could see by the teacher's face it was over. "Well, see you around," I said sadly. "There you go again," she chided. I set my sights on the volleyball coach instead. -
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He was the kinda guy that'd take little incidents & observations from everyday life & work them into bits on an anonymous collaborative storytelling site. You know the type. A real -
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But when the pain subsided, Turgo admired the mark made across his face. A scar in the shape of a running horse was on his cheek and the letter W appeared upon his forehead. -
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what I tasted like. Now I could find out without having to chop off and cook one of my appendages. I longingly gazed at my clone with my mouth watering. NO! My clone was for -
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Sure enough, three weeks later, the prince climbed up my pit braids instead of Rapunzel's locks. A volunteer at Locks of Love later wed Rapunzel, so we both won. I won more though.