Well hidden from prying eyes, deep in the Beverly Hills, guarded by Brinks security, sits the Million Dollar Store. Everything is for sale for just a Million dollars.

Once upon a time, I was at my friends house. While we were their, he informed me that when he wis bored, he likes to flex his nipples. I told him

I’m scared of this darkness. To wake up to this every single day is absolutely terrifying. My hands reach out for something, but I can’t feel anything. I have no clue how I landed

Guys... guys... I have the best idea. Imagine if instead of going to, like, school, we

Harry Hare and Tatty Tortoise were both classified to run the one hundred meters race at the Olympics and they were both planning their trip to Rio when

How men calculate:"The shoes cost 299$!?" How women calculate: "Well they were marked down from 599$ & I got this matching purse for only 199$ which is normally 399$ so I saved you

Shall I remove another?

I sighed as I cracked my knuckles. I had been up all night writing my Judge Judy fan fiction. I was sure it was gonna be a big hit. The only thing left was to post it,

"Well, I just don't remember sticking scissors in the guy's eyes and gluing him to the side of a CSX freight train." He chuckled wistfully. "Man, but we did get up to some pranks

Once upon a time, Sailor Moon came down and saved the

***TINKERBELL'S WRATH*** 2013. A short story in ten parts by the anonymous authors of FoldingStory.com. All rights reserved. --- Wendy never saw it coming.

As she ran frantically down the street she ran into....

Jack White stared at the banana with such force, that his entourage knew that something was wrong. He had a long and tortured history with this particular fruit, and it started

FoldingStory is a place where creativity and catharsis meet. The friends I make on FS are people I really don't know, but come to "meet" regularly for more fun than I could ever

I am one of the Indians they sent on the Trail of Tears. I am an orphaned child. I am a stormy night. I am the cold touch of a dead lover. I am what men do not know how to say.

The inspector stepped back to observe the tableau. The wall was covered in newspaper clippings, old photos, book passages and lots of string. Why did they always do this?

I am an imposter. I can admit that now, but on that fateful Chrstmas Eve so long ago, ringing my bell & smiling benevolently at anyone willing to drop a few coins in my red kettle,

For Mother's Day I got my wife an invigorating 3-minute internal vaginal massage followed by an all-expenses-paid solo sandwich making workshop right in out kitchen!

If I was going to be the best horse-whisperer in the world, I needed to get rid of the competition. First target: Robert Redford.

The clay grew tall again like it always does.