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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.

Just when Frank thought his noisy neighbors Bob, Lorena, and their three wily kids couldn't be more obnoxious, Lorena popped out another one. "YEEEAAH!" Bob brayed.

The white sun pierced my eyes. I fisted the dirt. My jungle was a key lime green. I could smell the blue of the sky and hear the water slapping the shore. Today I had to

Brunhilda put down her fork. "Why are you wearing a stupid hat?" she asked her husband Jerry. "It helps me think." Her marriage vows hadn't mentioned how to deal with stupid hats

On a rest stop off Hwy 395 on the way to the eastern Sierras I met the Woods poet. He was wearing an oversized green parka & taped up boots. He said, "Yo, I rap to woodland fauna

For a long time, he had been considering wearing the skirt. Who decided that men couldn't entertain this option, after all? This one, a plaid crepe, was calling to him and he

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"I am the oldest Folder," he lamented into his empty Scotch tumbler. The pistol lay on the desk before him, it's barrel pointing towards the photograph in the cheap brass frame.

It is the year 3069. The prophesy will be fulfilled. All the signs are here. Eric Estrada avatars with exploding coconuts are a red flag for Father John. They gathered on the Rock

Listen! I can give you ten good reasons why your brilliant plan will never work: First, Iowa is a landlocked state.

I'll scratch yours if you'll scratch mine. Oh, wait...I forgot...you don't have one.

When I walked into the kitchen I found a box of cereal laying on its side open with Crunchy Flakes scattered all over the tiled floor. I heard a soft rumbling noise from the

"Is it possible to write a serious, dramatic work of literature on FoldingStory?" The FoldingStory community laughed. "No."

"I always hum Greensleeves when I'm feeling depressed." said the ugly spotty teenage girl, as she stared at me through her nerdy glasses. "What do you do?" she asked me.

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There is a certain flower-like being on the 3rd planet of a distant galaxy, 7 multiverses away & in another time stream who exists solely to be mentioned in this Fold. No other

I lost everything but my

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