Her medieval fortifications were not enough to withstand the onslaught of his

Oh soft, through what yonder window breaks. Pizza, thy art the sun, and pizza thy art the moon. All that I see is inexplicably tied to

So Coach flexed, stood firm and said, "I mean it. Smell my nuggets." Total silence.

I looked at Cherie, staring deep within her soul, through the eyes. I knew she was lying but I didn't know how to react. If I called her out, she'd be embarrassed. If I let her

I stared at the rusted old sign. YOU ARE ONLY PERMITTED TO LEAVE THE COMPOUND WHEN ACCOMPANIED BY A GUARDIAN.

We reveal a new way to speed up cancer drug discovery: free medical knowledge! Health is paramount, so we passed a law stating that all medical knowledge is to be freely accessibl

"Oh God," she shouted at no one in particular. "I overcooked the sweet potatoes again." That's when she just lost it and started

All hope seemed to be lost. But that was not true. Because, where CAPTAIN MISSOURI is, hope is with him.

I woke up hungry. Hungry for justice. Hungry for change. I blindly put on a shirt, opened the creaky fold-away door, and grabbed a bag of Bugles. Revolution was at my doorstep

Do you believe in love he asked me? What if it was at first sight? Could you have the belief that this very night i fell in love with you and your beautiful soul?

I wanted to believe they were real. The people my grandmother had spoken of with that gleam in her eye. I wanted to believe I could become one and slip into that world forever.

Twice upon a time, mortals had two lives. One life was played out on Earth, and the other was played out in a dreamscape. All was well until one day, it merged into one reality.

Cheshire grins drifted from the heavens like fat snowflakes. To be touched meant immediate and perpetual mirth resulting in a long, riotous cachinnate towards death by starvation.

I HEREBY RESOLVE: to in everyday and in every way follow by the example of the FoldingStory moral code. 1. Be kind to lesser creatures unless they're edible.

The young woman sat cross-legged on the bench, in the very middle of it, as if to warn people not to sit next to her. She stared blankly at nothing, her eyes wide and emotionless,

I remember exactly where I was the day the moon exploded.

it begins a run-on sentence whose center holds, itself a long run-on sentence capable of folding on to itself twice-over when you consider it a tale of a single man single-handedly

Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό ήταν ένα παιδάκι που είχε φτιάξει έναν χιονάνθρωπο και το παιδάκι μόλις πήγε για ύπνο κοίταξε από το παράθυρο και ο χιονάνθρωπος ήταν ζωντανός και τότε το

Gasp!

All's fair in love and war.