Billy Mays woke up screaming. The Wooden Mage hugged him. "I was selling the slap chop!" The Numbers of The Wall Council looked at each other. "Billy, you were in the Dimension

Once upon a time, in a far away land known has The Hills, lived a little grotesque girl known as Shame. She was about the age of 6 and was terribly clumsy. She lived in the forest

His beanie said it all. The blonde "dreds" finished off whatever the beanie couldn't say. He worked at the "Genius Bar" in the local Apple Store which pretty much meant

"By hook or by crook, by crook or by flail, You must flood the Earth so that I can set sail," chanted a Mojave boy desperate for adventure. God loved a good deluge, so He obliged

"I FRY o a0ab 34348tu åaugjoi zølbmosdji jsøg ijio sjiw" - Mr. Fox.

It's late. I'm tired. The only thing I want is to sleep. But the baby is crying and my wife is too sick to sooth him. I drink to numb the pain. I could just end it all. It would be

The note on the door said "Folding Story Animal Support Group". I walked in and sat down. Beside me was Jeff, the goat of existential angst, beside him, Det. Manatee. To my left

Maybe it's just me, but do any of you write something in FoldingStory & then weeks go by before what you wrote pops up again & you think, "Did I really write that? That's so weird

"I triple foo dog dare you!" Tony whispered giving me a fierce look. He had removed the indian fetish from his pocket and dangled the foo dog before me sinisterly. I knew the curse

Asimov, Clarke and Bradbury walk into a bar. The

Potato wondered why the pool looked so bubbly and odd today. He shrugged and jumped in anyway, ready for a relaxing swim. He didn't expect the sensation of his insides being fried

I was at the bar again and I'd had a few. I thought I said/meant to say: Hey, I'm Paul. You're pretty. Would you care to join me for a drink this evening? But what I actually said

The end of the world was approaching us so quickly, I could almost hear the screams of agony growing closer each day. It was only just recently that I discovered the screams were

`Dripping blood` was always on Cassie mind. The image of blood is the only image that comes to mind when remembering her past, the days before she came to live with the Shelton`s

I could drink no more but the man kept buying. Damn he was handsome. What could I do? Say no? If only I could say no. It seemed a curse of mine to always say yes. He took me by the

How could they charge the hotel manager? That's insane.

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This is the fish of my dreams.

As I observe Dan, my dachshund, I realize I am just like him. I know I shouldn't chew on Suzy's red Manolo Blahniks, but my instincts have proven otherwise. I'm a baaaaad doggy.

He was sad. He couldn't even peal a dam tomato! His girlfriend would arrive at any moment and he would be proved a useless idiot who didn't deserve her. Suddenly,