FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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A Poem About My Mother - Humble,sweet,but often dreary/My mother is a soulless fairy/Beneath her lips,color of cherry/Three blackened teeth,a tongue so hairy/ -
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heard of electricity, but never actually tasted it. But after a few seconds, the disappointing truth occurred to her: electricity tastes just like chicken. Her dinner plans were -
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heavy with feeling. "Ummm... I walked here tbh," I replied. So we set off together to my remote cabin, a 7 mile hike over rough ground. He started wheezing as my grocery cart skitt -
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Right on her you-know-what. "Oh Flat Stanley, I love you, but this relationship will never work." Stan cried. He had finally found his soul mate after all these years but now -
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I approach the temptress from behind. I must not! but her undraped shoulder pulls me. My finger taps lightly. Debbie McRoberts turns. "Do you want to dance?" I stammer. (No!)