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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Line 2, satisfied with the ending, packed its bags and went on a vacation to Tahiti. Lines 3 was miffed that it now had to start the rest of the story. And so, in a small house, -
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!Put some clothes on! I can't concentrate with you standing there like that." A red hot steel ball imbedded right over my left eye. Blood was everywhere! Staggering, I folded anoth -
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For example, if I ask, "Are you really going to wear those ugly-ass shoes to church?" Don't answer! That is a statement. At the same time, "We are all screwed!" asks the question -
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with a bowl and no oranges to be found. He discarded his monk's robes and sat in despairing contemplation in the rocking chair on the north porch. But when the owners came out