He was a world eat world kind of dog. Teeth. Growls. And a cape. He took nourishment from beer and lil smokies.

Frank filled up the dolls with sand & lead weights, screwed their heads on & heaved them into the jogging stroller, put on his running tights & strapped on his water bottles.

"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.

Get out of my face Sabu, can't you see I have

If I stand on tiptoe I think I might be able to reach it. I'm worried about what might happen after, if course. Once I've pulled it out, will I be able to put it back again?

He was alone on the Metro, and all he could think about was Midnight Meat Train. There were only two other people on the train, one a drunken girl in a mini-skirt, the other a

It came to him when he was trussed up in a mailbag in the back of a van apparently leaving the city limits. It must have been his hairstylist. She was the only one he'd told

Thanks to the landmark case of "US Government vs. Dr. Finkle", proctologists were now required to use stirrups and a speculum to give their exams. No longer would women be the

The pianist took a bow, but the audience wanted her to continue playing. They wanted an encore. Excited, the pianist returned to his piano. It was his time to shine. He began

It all happened so fast! I remember waking up from the couch in my darkened living room, the light in the hallway on. Standing in the doorway was the massive silhouette of

If you go to Wanapee

Neon is great when you see it star star I see a star.

When I started doing PsyOps on Folding Story I was unprepared for the difficulty of the task of creating the trigger fold using Folding Story's character limit & time limit. Custer

I removed my shovel from its massive sheath to fight the axe-wielding sentries. "Combat Analogies Weekly" said that shovel is to axe as rock is to scissors, so I swung wildly until

He was walking down a dirt road in the desert. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He was still wearing his lucky leather jacket, his motorcycle next to him. He was on his own.

Gourmet girl dreams, that's what I deal in.

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.

Take a fist and put it through a Zombies chest, grab whatever hot and salty goo is in there and twist. That's how I like to start my morning. Grim. Fetid. Committed.

Who said I am pretty? Braids hang low like willow trees. Eyes glossed over with innocence. My knees buckle everytime a guy waves at me. My skin is the posterboard for mother Africa

A hard-boiled egg was set before him. The shell was fragmented. Gently he began to peel it, one shard at a time.