FoldingStory is a group storytelling game.
Enter the fold.
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as it took a sip of wine chased with cyanide. "The ocean…" It choked on the phrase left unsaid, its tiny fins grabbing the gun for a final shooting spree. Silver bullets pierced my -
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sackcloth & ashes which used to be the go-to fashion statement for medieval atoners has been shunned by Vogue and the bailiffs are hammering on my door. They've taken the sewing -
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They were all just about to "dive into the deep", so to speak, when Detective Manatee crashed the party, seeking his next unsolved mystery. His timing was, as usual, impeccable. -
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message 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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d chafes, but rugged outdoor types regard their tweed burned bums as a badge of honor. In fact I keep a basket of cockles & fresh nettle leaves by my tweed waterbeds side table