FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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33once de Leon Blvd., Miami, FL. [Sharp intake of breath] "That's my old address! What a coincidence, Mr., uh, Bates, is it? [Silence] "Mr. Bates? Was it a showerknife you needed?"
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10It was empty. Until a newspaper swept across it. It was lonely, itself with its bad news curling over the wind. Then a dog with ribs showing crossed. Down the street, baby, down
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14"Unfortunately, we also know what it smells like," agreed Regina, and she flounced out the door, flipping the hair on both of her heads in a saucy manner no man can resist. Herman
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10I had a lot to think about. I shouldn't have left Cheyenne, I decided, pushing the shells around thoughtfully. I realized I had subconsciously spelled out a message in the sand:
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14OK, THIS is IT. I am tired of messin' around! 2 points here, 3 points there...it's pitiful. This story right here...the one you are reading right now...is gonna earn 100 points or