It was a world of anorexic topheavy nymphomaniacs and developmentally delayed overmuscled bullies. Luckily, I had a secret weapon. My mind. With just a twitch of

Kara and her mother went to disneyland today. The first princess she saw was...

I'm done typing folds that are "like" bait. You're too smart for that, you god(dess) you. Mmm I wanna paint a keyboard on you and show you all the shortcuts. Would you "like" that?

FoldingStory is a group storytelling game. Ten anonymous authors contribute one line each while only being able to read the contribution directly before theirs. Zingers, plot twist

John R took the call from John T. "Get down to intensive care NOW. Phoebe's not going make it & she's asking for you." John R vowed revenge on John Q for shooting the only woman he

Sarah Smith was not surprised by Dossier.com's latest change of privacy terms. "Let all my seekers find me," she mused, "and let them be well-prepared for when they do." She was mo

"What will my patient need today?" asked the nurse. "I'll have a quadruple bypass burger, a butter fat shake and an order of flatliner fries. Oh and bring a pack of unfiltered

He rechecked his fold to confirm it's perfection. Satisfied, she cliched Fold & Pass. Then reading the post he noticed 2 spelling errors, a grammatical faux pas & a story paradox.

I have never begun a story with more misgiving. All of this happened, more or less. It began the winter of 1966. I began what I thought was a great adventure. It's almost as if

I stared at the bonus point problem on my chemistry exam. My God! I not only knew how to solve it, I understood its significance. I looked up at my professor. She knew that I knew

My tongue ripped off as I pulled my mouth away from the icy pole. One of my friends fainted. This was no longer just a game. The tongue started to turn white as the ice enveloped

It just shows how far you can go if you pursue a dream. Billy Bob wanted his trailer to be in orbit. He'd made all the preparations. His customized Airsteam Bambi

I know a girl whos obsessed with a guy , she talks gor hours and still tomorrow she calls again , and when he thinks this could be the end .. she calls again at 6 in the morning ,

I jumped in line at the jumping time with my bag of twine and my nursery rhyme and I thought

Blanche wasn't one of those little old ladies who didn't know how to drive her Porsche. When the trooper pulled her over

Friends... family... countrymen. It is a far greater fold that I feld today than have I ever folded before. With these words

He kept his eyes on the prize, just on top of the mantle. "Don't it make my brown eyes blue..." he thought that the song was fitting for the situation but maybe a bit too literal.

That ginger had stolen my soul. There was no other explanation for it. I felt only misery & pain. Even though nobody knew how to retrieve a soul from a ginger, I was determined.

Unmoving, I stared into the mirror contempulating the reflection glaring back at me that was not my own. I shuffled my feet and with this slight movement the relfection...

"A simple man, living a simple life" was his motto. And as I pointed out to him every time, "You aren't that simple Brian. You've got that big....