FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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like Yoko Ono. He gnashes his teeth and urinates onto the gallery floor. The unperturbed attendees look on and can be expected to clap politely after the last drop falls. You -
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tripping in them because once I crossed a road gnawing an undercooked spare rib slathered in mayo & didn't see a pothole. I fell, a wasp stung me, a dog licked my ear and a bear -
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of all the secrets that passed between the two, my dog and our newly hired dog walker. I knew they spoke of my manuscripts, my failed manuscripts. I watched from the window, -
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ive with a decidedly aquamarine air waddled up to the foot of the bed. "Just as I suspected. You've been folding in your P.J.s haven't you?" "Why no Mr. Manatee sir", I stammered
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been fine if I hadn't recognized the lead head-banger: my AUNT VALETTA! I always knew she could sing, but I didn't know she could scream! Black leather does not become her.