I've been trapped in my happy place for over a year now. I don't know how much more I can take.

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"I have a Groupon!" Again, I showed my print out to the manager, but the goons had me by the collar and belt and I was being dragged to the door. This was

Luckie found himself at the Unicorn races again, with his last eight gold pieces clinking together in his pocket. He was faced with the sad decision of whether to

"I'll always love you, but we can never be together." "Why not?" "Health & safety." "Health & safety?" "Yes, health & safety & data protection issues. Also my accountant tells me

People always told me, "Stu, you can't be a professional Sudoku solver. That's not even a thing." But I was gonna make it happen. I had logic in my mind, $20 in my pocket, and

Rush hour traffic was backed up along the freeway as far as the eye could see. Nobody could remember how the impromptu freeway cricket match between the passengers of Bus 384 and

Pasternak and Bradbury greeted each other warmly at Peredelkino. Oranges glowed in a bowl, tea brewed in a samovar, and crows and owls congratulated each other in the autumn wo

The clay grew tall again like it always does.

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

If I was going to be the best horse-whisperer in the world, I needed to get rid of the competition. First target: Robert Redford.

For Mother's Day I got my wife an invigorating 3-minute internal vaginal massage followed by an all-expenses-paid solo sandwich making workshop right in out kitchen!

The inspector stepped back to observe the tableau. The wall was covered in newspaper clippings, old photos, book passages and lots of string. Why did they always do this?

I am an imposter. I can admit that now, but on that fateful Chrstmas Eve so long ago, ringing my bell & smiling benevolently at anyone willing to drop a few coins in my red kettle,

I am one of the Indians they sent on the Trail of Tears. I am an orphaned child. I am a stormy night. I am the cold touch of a dead lover. I am what men do not know how to say.

FoldingStory is a place where creativity and catharsis meet. The friends I make on FS are people I really don't know, but come to "meet" regularly for more fun than I could ever

Jack White stared at the banana with such force, that his entourage knew that something was wrong. He had a long and tortured history with this particular fruit, and it started

As she ran frantically down the street she ran into....

***TINKERBELL'S WRATH*** 2013. A short story in ten parts by the anonymous authors of FoldingStory.com. All rights reserved. --- Wendy never saw it coming.

Once upon a time, Sailor Moon came down and saved the