It isn't every day that I day but almost.

I CREATE EXTROVERTED CONFOUNDING UNFATHOMABLE BRUTISH EARNESTNESS; GIGGLE.

After Teresa instituted her new regime we, the living from both rigs, took a break to lick our wounds. I, thinking it was iced tea, drank a whole large jar of LSD laced jalapeños.

What is the end game of Evil? Once Good is destroyed what will Evil do? Where does Evil see itself in 5 years? Has Evil considered the Balkans? In what light does Evil shine bright

The button felt fabric across his face as Jen's fingers pulled him through the hole. He felt himself falling to the floor as she tossed her blouse in a heap. The button thought

"Isn't cavier, wine, and truffles; just fish eggs, spoiled grape juice and tree fungus?" she asked while dabbing her mouth.

She leant her forehead against his shoulder then wiped her tear stained face across his shirt. "I don't want this divorce." "We can't have everything we want, we both know that."

Hey diddle diddle. He's cracked in the middle.Tong Gao is stumped ornery and blue.

They're eating her, and then they're going to eat me. OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!!!!!!! Why

10 Nights in Istanbul. Night 1: slept on the street with a pack of friendly dogs near Galata Tower. Hotel had burned down...electric blanket fire...and i didn't know where to go.

The technique was invented by Surrealists and is similar to an old parlour game called Consequences in which players write in turn on a sheet of paper, fold it to conceal part of t

Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, check FoldingStory. Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, check FoldingStory. Grade a paper, take a sip of merlot, then another sip, check

The quizmaster asked "Who am I? Born 24 December 1922 in Grabtown, NC. My parents were Jonas and Mollie tobacco and cotton farmers. Jonas died in 1938 from bronchitis

Smoke my Gouda!

I thought she looked out of place but I couldn't think why. She'd wrapped her skirt around her legs & was humming a tune. It was her hair which was wrong and I realised that she

Frankîe tripped over a small customer with his clubfoot & his tablet with whole pork crashed into a chandelier & fell on the cheese trolley. The maître d' called him a dumb waiter

***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.

Humpback the Clown decide that maybe it was time to reevaluate some of the voices he had made.

Awakening to the noise of water dripping from the leaking stone ceiling, I observed my present environment. The throbbing pain of a bruise upon my temple disoriented my judgement,

"...and then I was traded for a million dollars," Giant Old Squid Man finished. "The rest is history." The Squid grandchildren sat at his feet, enraptured. "Tell us about the time