Do not continue this FoldingStory. By it's completion, it will leave you in a cold sweat, awake until the early hours, staring into the darkness. This thread ends here. Goodnight.

On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, I was writing a new Folding Story. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, a small band of ferrets in Mongolia were eating prunes. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM,

As I lay dying on the road to Costco, I was passed by dozens of pilgrims, the holy, the walking ascended, in the world but not of it, their faces lit by their uplifted palms, resi

I am going to go play dead for the next 4 years; hold all my calls.

She put her hand over his heart. Then he put his hand over her hand over his heart. Then she put her other hand over his hand over her hand over his heart. Then he put his other

D is for deadly.

I am worried that this might be the most beautiful story on FS & that however many more stories we write, nothing could ever come even close to this story's perfection

I leant on a pillar in aisle 6 reading the nutritional information on a Trader Joe's Belgian Chocolate Pudding. Apparently 'No Belgians were harmed in producing this pudding'. But

If you're poor, DON'T ADD TO THIS FOLD. If you're hungry, DON'T ADD TO THIS FOLD. If you're oppressed or persecuted, DON'T ADD TO THIS FOLD. If you're a woman or a man, DON'T ADD

Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerous ways, Lord Sandwich. Your sad devotion to that ancient Jedi religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given

This FoldingStory is intended strictly for use by authors and members of FoldingStory.com. All characters are fictitious. Any similarities to actual events or persons is purely

Just chawing on a Twizzler, admiring the stupid rhinos.

So, to make our famous recipe, we will need the following ingredients: 1 Large egg, 2kg of margarine, 1 loose woman, 4 olives, a whiff of cow dung, a healthy dollop of

The shrincken humbie squalled and caterpunked festily. Fagan glomped inwardly & offed his festerbound handy. Thoroughly tanked, Morose teedled & blowdied Fagan's trestlt until

In the future, I envision a world where you can control the temperature, where there's nearly unlimited food options, where you can pay for amazing entertainment, sex, drugs, what

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the castle not a creature was stirring, not even the shackled; the skeletons wre hung, by the chimney with care, in the hopes that

ACN was the first author of this folding story. This first fold had 165 characters with more than 10 words. This story will have 10 folds by the time the story ends.

A pessimist, an optometrist, an oncologist and a talking prune walk into a bar. The bartender says to the group "What would you like?" The pessimist says "Meh, you won't have it."

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Spacey LaFete lived in a Quonset hut down at the southern end of Turkey Creek, a place where the Wallahatchi once roamed...where now there are trailers filled with Rednecks.