The ground trembled as the tree struck the leaf-mould covered ground. The tarmac beneath split exposing white tree shoots deprived of life. I lept to the floor and struggled up...

One day a creative writing student called Clare had to give a presentation on useful websites for writers. She hoped the clever folks at folding story would be

But there he was, dead over the desk, an expensive pen jammed far into his vertebrae. Clutched in his cold hand was a piece of paper folded repeatedly: An unfinished story fold.

The circles covered the entire football field in multi-colored rows. 500 people gathered together. The mighty spinner twisted. A thunder over the speakers, "LEFT FOOT ON RED!"

She had rings upon each finger and her nails were done in a blood red. In fact everything about her was red. Her hair was a velvet red, her eyes the color of murder. Red everywhere

Gwen pulled into the parking lot of Aunt Valetta’s Sentient Sofa Bar and Grill™. She'd been starving all day, but hadn't found a thing to eat at the Turgid Stoat Sanctuary.

"Look, if you’re smart, you’ll get in touch with Wilkins. He’s the butler. You’ll learn a lot from him. He knows where all the bodies are buried."

Ronnie was the guttural screamer for Retching Uvulas, a death metal band. Lately he'd been listening to George Michael and hoped his bandmates would welcome a new direction. "Guys,

"Did you hear the one about the solipsist and the palimsest?" I replied that I had not. "well, you see, there was once a solipsist who owned an original manuscript of Neitsche.

The public is so ridiculously gullible. Most actually believe antifreeze and coolant come in the same bottle. I once sold a balled up piece of paper to a guy as a paperweight for

Beaver one, beaver all; Let's all do the beaver crawl. Beaver two, beaver three; let's all climb the beaver tree. Beaver four, beaver five; let's all do the beaver jive. Beaver s

The girls all lined up in the schoolyard. They had one jump rope and were ready to battle.

I closed my eyes and it felt like nothing had changed at all.

"Diaries are kept by men: strong brushstrokes on smooth mulberry paper, gathered into sheaves and tied with ribbon and placed in a lacquered box."

Paul of Snarkus paced wildly, dictating as usual. His scribe snickered. "For it is not the mouth of a hermit that defiles him, but what his fingers type that defiles him." The glow

"Honey, look!" The polar bear and his wife peered out the window of their melting igloo. "See? The Smiths have evolved to grow wings. Why don't you have wings, huh?" Papa bear was

How to cure an anemic dolphin: First, take the dolphin and

I suffer from foldingstory Déjà-vu. You may think I mean when I add to a story, I have the feeling that I have seen this line somewhere before, but its much more disturbing than

"Are you kidding? The shoes that look like hobbit feet were bad enough, but this! You've no idea what fires you are playing with" Jackson was furious, but the merchandising people

So I was bored one day and decided to see how many gerbils I could indeed stuff into