FoldingStory is a group storytelling game. Ten anonymous authors contribute one line each while only being able to read the contribution directly before theirs. Zingers, plot twist

I'm done typing folds that are "like" bait. You're too smart for that, you god(dess) you. Mmm I wanna paint a keyboard on you and show you all the shortcuts. Would you "like" that?

Kara and her mother went to disneyland today. The first princess she saw was...

It was a world of anorexic topheavy nymphomaniacs and developmentally delayed overmuscled bullies. Luckily, I had a secret weapon. My mind. With just a twitch of

Glenelg, Mars. What a place to make whiskey! An underground sea of ice had to be thawed by a small solar stove a drip at a time. Microponically grown barley for the mash. The 1st

The gods had been sleeping when Delores got the job at Bean, Bean & Krump.

I swear, it was just like mom used to make back when

she straddled me up and rode me till the cows came home

He stood 6 feet 8 inches and was chiseled muscle from calves to traps. Intelligent, worldly, a terror with the ladies. Also, his name was Frances. This meant that

Dave Bowman stared at the rotary dial phone that had appeared on his table. The blue tofu was okay, but after the trip he'd been through, he was thinking some spicy Mexican cuisine

"Yeah, he may not own a suite but he makes a good pina colada" the exec joked at my expense. Then a pineapple walked in and crushed him. His wife screamed. The alien turned to her.

"Dociousaliexpilisticfragicalisuper". The customer holding the shoehorn/toiletbowlbrush looked at him quizically. "That's a buck fifty. " "Oh, I thought you said

One spring evening as I was planting flowers I hit something as I dug deep in the ground. A genie bottle appeared! I decided to give the bottle a rub, and POOF…..

"I would never punt my son," she claimed. I chuckled at her naieveté and said, "What if a maniac sets up a doomsday device, and he'll only shut it off if you punt your son? Hmmm?"

"In addition to your terminal illness, you have a corneal ulcer," said the goat-horned doctor. "So, avoid light, including THE Light. Why not enjoy a darker afterlife alternative?"

"Democracy has nothing to do with freedom. Democracy is a soft variant of communism, and rarely in the history of ideas has it been taken for anything else." said Hans Hoppe

It was dark. Foreboding. The kind of night that makes your shoulders tense up once you exit the back door into the yard. Is that the sprinklers? No, they're off. Something

Tonight

Mrs. Crepuscule looked out upon the playground. She was an orphan with no children of her own. But when her students opened umbrellas and started screaming on a nice spring day,

Two interviews down, 423 to go. Starting a company as a multi-trilionaire was much easier than the scrappy mess he started in his garage 23 years ago. This time, he vowed,