It 's 4 a.m. The street lights wink out. Dim lantern-headed ghosts with grotesque sillouhettes shrilly pipe their piccolos. A cohort of drumming fools marches up the narrow alley.

It was time for Arty McGunnelwhale's elevenses. He padded down to the galley for a strip of dried cod and a tin of hard cider.

The search of the prince's room yielded grim clues to his disappearance; a cracked jewel encrusted cod piece, an empty coin purse and a small puddle of indigo colored blood.

Ko'Tac, the Arch Mage of the northern kigdoms pondered as he stared out the window, behind him trailed the ancient robe, the red trim striking against the dull black.

A man walks into a bar.

Life's too short to give a shit! Life's too short to hear out anyone's complaints about what I'm wearing! So I strip in public and yell, "NUUUDISTOOOO,,, BEEEEAACH!!!"

I learnt some interesting new facts about aardvarks at the zoo today. They can dig through concrete. So why don't they just tunnel out of their enclosure? They drink termite soup

I was going after work.Suddenly,i felt somebody touching me with their bony hands on the shoulder,i stood rooted to the same spot for minutes and my eyes went wide.................

Dear Folding Story team, why did you leave us and leave the site to rot? Why did you abandon us?

She looked up at the two story brick building, reading the rustic sign above the door that read "Minden High School". This was her first day of high school and

"Well, actually..." was her favorite phrase.

Camping in the Yard in summer was great,he thought lying in his tent.Then heard droplets trickle on the tent wall.Was it rain?Someone giggled. It was piss! He reached for the taser

Carnivorous

The car fell on top of me and I smashed through the skylight, plummeting to the warehouse floor beneath me. I flexed my hand and I slowed down. The cheese had found me at last...

He picked up the twenty fifth anniversary issue of the Whole Earth Review. There was a sheaf of pages stuffed in at page 70. All concerning "The Wave" - Fascism in public school.

They each took turns at that papery little skank. "Aw yeah, you like those letters all over you, you filthy story? I'm gonna fold you so tight, your crease could slice butter!"

On my stroll, I looked down at the strange markings construction crews put on the pavement. This mark is for a gas line, that one, for sewers. Why is there one for hot chocolate?

You may of heard of John Henry or Paul Bunyan, but the greatest folk hero of 'em all was ol' J. Manatee, P.I. He dun conquered the mid-west with his intense percepshuns. One time,

Day 5 no nicotine and I haven't killed my husband. Yet. Boo-Yah!

He knew his six month old daughter hated him. It wasn't just the scratching and screaming and scaring him by holding her breath. It was the way she stared at him when he