There is a direct correlation between the quality of wine one consumes with the quality of experiences that occur after consumption. I learned this the hard way when I sucked down

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The morning smelled of raw fish and sweat as the boat pulled into the docks of the early hallow's eve. Daliah loved the smell, reminded her of home.

It 's 4 a.m. The street lights wink out. Dim lantern-headed ghosts with grotesque sillouhettes shrilly pipe their piccolos. A cohort of drumming fools marches up the narrow alley.

Skaggs had a nasty way of snapping the spine out of his pickled mackerel before consuming it that made Tom uneasy so he hid in an apple barrel in the Galley when Skaggs & Hook ente

The impact of the bicycle as it collided with the policeman was audible. The rider had

The Officers approached, batons and tazers raised. I watched, a grimace appearing on my face. "You can't do this to me! I'm the KING!" I screamed and began to back up.

I did the fandango. He moonwalked. I countered with running man to robot running out of batteries. He threw up a huge West Side symbol and did the splits. I foxtrotted. He salsa'd.

"harper lets move to the building", bullets flew to us but nothing happen we were only focused on saving our president Ronaldo from terrorist.

I knew it was a mistake once the box was delivered. I vaguely remembered ordering them. LIVE ANIMAL stickers were plastered all over the box, & the it was squeaking. Did I really

Dark, thick smoke filled the night air. If only things had been different...

The Starchild knew eternity. He knew every aspect, every frustrating problem with eternity. So he didn't understand why this mortal wanted the eternity. Why does he want pain? Fool

"NO! NO! I don't like it! I want to be the same!" Jeremy struggled against the restraints. "See this syringe, Jeremy? It's full of isotonic saline, and I won't even inject it," sai

This was supposed to be that list that I promised in that other missive. I say "was supposed to be that list" because it started with the intention of giving you the list but as yo

I followed the mysterious girl into her apartment building. I knew how this probably looked, but I didn't care. She was so beautiful. With her dark hair and big round

This is a true story. My story. The one I thought I'd never tell.

Now it begins, the story of how FoldingStory came to exist in this world of ours. It all began with a single droplet of ink.

"I can make good soup with anything," my hubby said. I pfft-ed and scribed more plans for world domination. He swiped my notes and threw them into the pot. The broth gurgled evilly

The ghost of Ben Franklin appeared above my bed last night. He merely stared at me and pointed his long boney finger at me. In the morning I found a note upon which was written

I was trying to do it, but