I was walking to the store one day. It was in New York. It was at 1 in the morning and pouring rain. I saw these thugs on the corner. so, i kept my distance. i was surprised that

The street ninja named Trevor Walker prowled the streets in the dead of night. He knew what he had to do, he had to

Boris followed the haughty woman as she exited the stage. This would be one time when she would not

Hacía mucho tiempo que estaba así. Todos nos acostumbramos a la situación, por lo tanto no nos resultó nada extraño que haya sucedido de esa manera.

On my death bed I begged not to die. I wouldn't see the ending to "Breaking Bad." I would never see "The Hobbit", "Avengers Assemble," or "Person of Interest." So much in life!

We were at Champs de Mars. The Eiffel Tower spotlight swept across the night sky like a giant eye and stopped, fixing us with its bright beam. The arclike legs were walking towards

Toto didn't bark, he just skulked so hard he pissed. Dorothy looked up in fear. She saw the Wicked Witch of the West Side Connect flying in on her giant

Dave got to his feet swaying slightly. "I hope that everyone associated with this travesty shites a Christmas tree," he proclaimed

This is a test of the Emergency FoldingStory System. FS writers across the world in voluntary cooperation with a few creative authorities have developed this system to keep you

If I could read minds I think I'd hate the world even more. If everyone even my family and friends could read mine they'd probably kill me. Thank God for silent thoughts.

Lieutenant colonel John Dykeson sat alone as he always did from 15 00 - 16 30. The lamp's yellow light cast a jaundiced pallor over his drawn skin. A fan moved but the air was too

If you want happy ever after and kisses on lips and flowers and violins then stop reading.This story's not for you.

I burst through my own chest finally, but not before I fell onto the table, scattering my friends' cell phones and entrees. I emerged refreshed, like a gelatinous, elegant phantasm

The best thing about shelled peanuts is the mystery. Will it be a burnt one? Extra salty? Shriveled? Two regular ones? Or that pinnacle of legume evolution: the TRIPLE. Mmm God is

I Hit enter and my new FoldingStory appeared, along with the previous lines. My heart skipped a beat as i read through, as my cluelessness paid off. My story actually made sense!

It was late afternoon in old Indochina. Madame Wong was lying on a low couch on a jjunk floating down the Mekong. She lit a small opium pipe to keep the flies away from her face.

There are so many reasons for why he died, but none of the multitude can distract me from the cold and forever fact that he's been gone these many years. A childhood friend, lost,

I lay in a puddle of my own urine. I wished I could get her attention. "Please, help me," I begged with my eyes. But she was too busy with her own life to notice that I was

And lo, Fraco Deshi realized that the program had a flip side, full of yet-to-be-sung Yuletide ditties. He didn't care if his son was Joseph. Christmas in July had to stop before

"The apocalypse is coming!" The weird guy-with-the-impending-doom-sign-strapped-to-his-front shouted. I was figuring this one was a total loon, when the whole earth started