When my four minutes are up foldingstory just publishes my incompleted line unasked. How embarrassing.

e.e cummings only wrote his poetry using lowercase letters. i wonder why. maybe his poems were meant to be whispered, like a secret between me and you.

It was Alerav who noticed that in the same way that we move our hand by using our Will we should also see that we were not constrained by bodies, by space or even Time. Our magical

In the morning about 7am , derek went to his elementary school by walking. He came out from his house and he started to walk to school. when he was walking he saw a haunted house

Melanie finally broke through the surface, gasping for air. She emerged, dripping wet and colder than she'd ever been. She had been clawing at the ice for what seemed like ages.

Spring Flowers

Ned was nihilarian aquaintance and avid mungo who haunted the NYC municipal dumps. He wore a floccinaucinihilipilificatious Finnimbrun around his neck, an selcouth mix of it items

kool aid sang what what what in da butt

To drum up coffin business Zev decided to sell a calender with young women dressed up as zombies possing with his coffins, so he put an ad in the paper, but when no models

Numbers float above everyone's head. The numbers count down with every passing second. They announce the time of that person's death. Ahead of me, a little girl had only 5 minutes

It was 4 am. The young donkey brayed loudly to get attention. Farmer Bias grabbed the cattle prod. He'd had enough of Dinka's antics, but when he got to the stall

The Magister Ludi tutted. "This is not the Glass Bead Game -- this is some kind of paintball that involves people splattering each other with references and dare I say apothegms!"

When folding stories, I find it a lot better than drinking on St. Patrick's day. Too many drunks in Andetsdonville, my mum complained. Better to fold storied, she told me whilst

...as you can see, compared to space and time, we are but small blips. However, since we can perceive the vastness, our brains encompass the universe. Taco?

After a night of timeless dreams, I leave and awaken to a day of timeful continuity. After a lifetime of continuity, I leave and awaken to the timeless world above, unfathomable

I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want to die. My choice was clear. Also the Dark Side promised cookies. You know I love cookies.

Ruth looked at me, waiting for an answer - her bright blue eyes magnified by her giant spectacles and the lines on her old, tender face were furrowed in confusion. I finally said "

In the beginning there was the word. And the word was 'good'

Once upon a time, there was a queen who was...

i impinged into your life again. a stimulus, maybe. a horror to escape or destroy. a pathos. I am my facticity phenomenally, in a soul that tends at one as it approaches immortali