"There," I thought. I just folded another

"There," I thought. I just folded another two lines but I noticed something, the new page founded by the "Gold and pass" button wasn't the usual progress of the story, this time it

said "Is this your Golden Fold? You could win 100 likes with the next pass and a chance to participate in the foldinghouse sweepstakes if you write a Golden Fold!" Feeling pressure

building in his bladder, he watched the fold-clock tick down for a full minute before carefully typing his most magnificent fold yet. This Golden Fold would win the sweepstakes:

An all-expense paid trip to Switzerland to meet, face-to-face, the elusive & mysterious SlimWhitman, the greatest of all folders. He folded the Golden Fold, believing he'd win!

the airport lounge bookshop for any books by SlimWhitman and find an unofficial biography. I pay the extortionate price of $93 euros and hope to find out more about the secret life

Off SlimWhitman and his FS minions. And boy oh boy the stories! The partying with Frank Sinatra. The affair with Marilyn Monroe. He invented rap AND the strawberry daiquiri. Slim

skimmed the brim of his grim limbs, as whims primmed him. "Heh, I'm good at words," Slim grinned to himself, lighting another cigar with a

grenade. "I'm also a munitions whiz." Slim puffed away at the Havana Special as he rotated the Venus statuette on the mantle. The secret chamber was stocked with a wide variety of

jelly beans in every flavour. One of Venus's nipples looked suspiciously like a detonator. Slim took a closer look but some ash from his cigar accidentally fell on the... BLAM!!!!!