A woman with an amusingly long name answered the phone. I didn't quite catch it, so she repeated her name slowly. Five minutes later she asked me tersely:

"I am BATMAN!" "I AM GROOT!" "I AM IRON MAN"... "BATMAAN!!" "GROOOT!!" "IRON MAAAN!!"

How about now? Can we try making a folding story that stays on topic the whole way now?

It was the future: the year 2016 and gay marriage was legalized. Everyone became a homosexual and Christianity was now illegal. The economy collapse and Satan sodomized Jesus.

I woke up quick, at about Noon. It was Sunday. Also, my legs were missing. Breakfast consisted of eggs on toast, with a side of sharp despair. I missed my legs. Where could they

Australia Pandora

And there i saw it, it was big, it was harry, and i was cold

The spooky ghost appeared out of nowhere. "OH MY GOD" Jenny cried, "HE'S STANDING THERE....MENACINGLY!!!" Indeed, the ghost was standing rather menacingly, and was looking hungrily

Knock, knock.

W... T... F....

There had been no winners of 'Most Dosteoevsky-like Folder' since 2014. This was because all Dosteoevsky-like folders had disappeared in mysterious circumstances. Lucielucie denied

The day the whale fell on top of the bus I was riding to the doctor's office is one that will live in infamy. I am lucky to be alive to tell you the true story in a folding story!

The reason I was sick on Thursday was because of an incident on Friday which took so much soul out of me that it's effects were felt the day before the cause.

I got a call from some shady government agency yesterday, offering me the chance to get involved in some experimental genetic procedures they were testing. I didn't realize that

The raven lifted her up in the harvest moon, Silvery flakes lowering below her. She looks around with curious eyes. Her raged clothes danced in the wind.

I had a lousy sixty-three cents in my pocket, and I was thirsty. I entered the McDonalds and headed to the restroom; after which, I ambled over to the Coke machine and stuck my

"It's my birthday today and I demand a life-sized cake sculpture of my likeness!" Juliyah stomped her heel-clad foot childishly. Papa Poot, her adoptive father, was reddening at

It's raining outside. My dog doesn't like the rain.

After you read the Good Book, everything else is bad. And I have graduated from the School of Hard Knocks, but there ain’t nothing do prepare you better for life than the Good Book

Cary Grant lifted Eva Marie Saint into the upper berth of their cabin, a salacious grin on his face. Principal photography on "North by Northwest" was all but in the can: all that