It is rather difficult to create a Folding

It is rather difficult to create a Folding Story that has any kind of coherent plotline. This is for obvious reasons, but also because all of the

ants in my brain. They march in front of my eyeballs causing typos. Their swollen queen is embedded deep in my neo-cortex so forget about coherence. Fuggedaboudit.

The tick, now embedded inside my nostril, was engorged. It felt like a booger. Wasps covered my face, but I didn't flinch. Nope. Not one iota. I would never be a writer, but I

was gonna win this episode of Fear Factor. Joe Rogan shouted something about sleeper holds as I advanced to the cockroach eating challenge. I think it was Thoreau who said

"Give me Liberty or give me death!". I looked at the plate of cockroaches in front of me. This was not going to be good. I took my knife, and

has to be a dream!" I threw my knife to the ground and backed into the corner as the roaches approached. I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut, awaiting my imminent death.

Big roaches mandlibles parted. "No more scurrying for scraps in your kitchen. We're gonna party. You're paying. Order pizza & beer. I like pepperoni & anchovies." The giant roaches

mandibles closed and it climbed inside the stereo. Within seconds it was blasting "Celebration" and all the roaches were hooting and dancing. Joe said, "I have to show Lily!" and t

hen he was suddenly aware that Lily was standing right behind him, her arms crossed,tapping her cockroach-killer pointy-toed shoes."No, Lily! NO! Don't do it! DON'T!" But Lily did.