FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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15message of hope, an epitome of the clarity that follows a season of weathering - like Mum told me I was purposed to be. "We all carry a bit of dirt in our lives, Mudd," she told me
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10his face as he mournfully threw their tiny fishy bodies into the paddle pool. One of them attempted to say "Not dead yet!", but sadly, fish cannot talk. Elliot fell to his knees
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12She logs on to Folding Story for the first time in months, elated that some of her stories have been completed. "I must make more!" she exclaims, so she starts a story about a
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10ubiquity and volatility of thoughts. Nobody believed it at first, how could our minds be just hotels where our thoughts, actually ethereal alien beings,just take a rest and travel
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11the cops showed up & demanded to see her permit. "Permit?!" Valetta scoffed. She whipped out the incriminating high-def photos & shoved 'em under Officer O'Malley's shocked face.