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In my horror, I had stumbled upon the Folding Story Code. Every first letter of EVERY fold inevitably spelled out the terrible secret of...well, that I had yet to discern, but it

As I drew my last breath, Images of the horrors I had created, of the lies and deceit I had inflicted upon innocent people, flooded my mind. I had been a news anchorman for over 40

The night's pallor matched that of the surface's shadows, blending the environment into a singular darkness. Detective James Manatee, combat chopsticks in hand, investigated the

It was a hard decision but I needed to decide or they would kill Molly. What color from the spectrum would I choose for them to murder? Oh, the repercussions! Would the sky go dark

I burst through my cheating ex's window like the Kool Aid mascot and smashed the pothead's computer and TV to smithereens with his own baseball bat. Then I set his house on fire.

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Pen against paper, but no words come out. No thoughts whatsoever. Just nothing. I didn't understand how my hypergraphia could change so quickly into writers block. It did. And now

Have you ever noticed how many times the number 87 turns up? 87? No way. Yeah, it DOES. Pay attention and you'll soon realize that there is something special about the number 87.

As he approached the center of the field, he couldn't help but think about his impending doom. He glanced down at the package in his hand. It wouldn't save him. Why bother with it?

"I always have a sweet feeling of you, Izumi-kun. If possible, let us start a romantic relationship!" Upon hearing the words from this cute girl, Kana, my head starts to be dizzy.

It is dark. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

I must have dozed off. When I awoke, the announcement said "Hell is next. Doors open on the left at Hell." As far as I knew, the subways did not go that far. Looking around, I saw

It was supposed to be a "camping trip". Oh sure, roast a marshmallow, take a leak on a tree, sleep with the moon as your nightlight. Great, grand, wonderful. But

As part of our relief efforts, we paratroop care packages with the materials to make their own folding stories. The instructions are translated into 35 languages. Each kit has

I'M BATMAN! or I thought I was. My butler keeps telling me I am this Bruce guy and that I should unlock the broom closet and take my meds. My thoughts are a bit...I'M BATMAN!

49erFaithful is listed as probable (chores/kids) for SF @ NE, Sunday 12/16. We'll continue to provide regular updates as the situation clarifies.

The moon is down.

Here's a story of a lovely lady who was bringing up three very lovely girls. All of them had hair of gold, like their mother, the youngest one in curls.

QUICK! Turn on the TV! The first sentence you hear is the next line of this story. GO!