Writing stories is like giving birth. Some

Writing stories is like giving birth. Some stories slip out nice& easy. Others need a bit of pain medication & some pushing. Still others require the barbaric use of forceps. This

later catagory of story, the ones with forecep inprint on their skulls, is the topic of my research. My thesis is that the story birthing canal is too narrow and with 9 midwives

up to their elbows in creativity, it is vital that one's FS cohorts be up to the task; otherwise a story can wind up like an unwanted orphan, wasting away in the dormant story pile

getting rancid and stinky. Once a pile of dormant foldingstories festered and pooled up into a a black jelly which dripped into the drip pan of the unconscious.

It became a mess of words and deja vus. Some thought they were born to fold, some lost their identities altogether. "Am i nothing more than the sum of my folds?" they thought,

as cruel, giggling Dr. Mandelplot manipulated the beaks of the cosmic origami that guided their folds and even their commonplace, everyday thoughts and utterances. Their choice of

Words for each line they folded reflected their Harvard education. Dr. Mandelplot taught Surrealism and his classes included folding stories. This was quite unprecedented and he

figured that made it kind of surreal in a way, at least that was his justification, but really Dr. Mandleplot was just trying to get more people to play folding stories with him.

As a motive it was a poor one but I have heard worse. Dr. Mandleplot kept quiet as he took his licks. It never occurred to him to question it's sanctification and/or necessity.

Once or twice he almost cried out, but after it was over he went back to his home, made some Ramen noodles and sat for a long time, just staring at the images in his sad mind.