He was scanning the want ads & found it under a picture of Shaka Zulu riding an Alpaca. It read "Adventurous souls with no attachments or moral ballast. Expedition to sulphurous

There were bite marks in the cheese. It was 4.45am and icy cold. Also, 3 hardboiled eggs were missing, presumed eaten and a hole'd been taken out of the cooking brandy. Mariella

“These are humans Tal, useless pieces of shit that we use for fuel. No one feels bad for squishing a few insects.”

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I wanted her to like me so much. Then she said, "You're cute." Alright. "The way the potato chip crumbs are lodge in your belly rolls." Damn.

At 4, Sezu was taken from an orphanage by a mysterious man to an underground facility. Trained in martial arts for 12 years to become a perfect assassin, she is now known as… Nomi.

This could only mean one thing: The game is afoot. This was going to require some strategy if we wanted to make it out alive. The first thing we'll have to do is...

My weapon of choice: the blunderbuss. Just a fool careening blindly through the pitch, blasting and bussing any damn thing in my way. That's the way to do it. I remember

One day, all of my favorite people arrived at my house. I was so surprised and happy all at the same time. I knew just what we should do.

It only took four days to make it to the top of the valley. Although we had very little supplies, we were confident that this journey wouldn't be in vain.

It was February. It was hot. The polar bears were darn right lethargic. I don't know where they got the guitars from or the drum set. "Outta theys Ass." That was their one hit. Two

Jimmy Crow was one with pretty much everyone. Unlike other ghostwriters, he dressed as his clients and took their wives to dinner. Today's assignment was for a Teen Zine journalist

When I made an involuntary exit from anesthesia I was disturbed to discover my surgeon, Dr. Mallard wearing google glass and googling appendectomy whilst elbow deep in my giblets.

"If you derail this fold, Santa Claus dies." Gun pointed at Santa, I had gotten desperate. If saving FoldStory from derailed narratives meant destroying Christmas, then so be it.

Maddie, desperate for a way to pass the time, has started a FoldingStory with her three friends, Becky, Leeden, and Haley.

There's nothing on the telly except crying Scots.

"It is dead now," Adam assured me, one of his hands resting heavily on my shoulder. I wasn't so sure. "Are... are you positive?" I couldn't make myself look away from the

Look at that British girl who lived off of chicken nuggets for almost eighteen years, ” Wenkel continued. “The fact that her body was able to utilize the meager nutritional value o

The literary whale typed the last sentence, dove straight into the currents and swam amongst a bunch of severed arms wearing mitts. A singlet floated by and then an enhanced

"Yo." I waved my hand in front of the girl's face. No response. Great. Here I was, stranded in the middle of nowhere, with only a pencil in my pocket and a comatose girl.