I folded my napkin and placed it in my lap, as my mother told me to when I was five. I don’t think I’ve done that since I was five, now that I think about it. I must really be nervous.
After glancing up at her smirk again, I looked back down to the folded napkin. I don’t want to stare in the face of defeat. Not again.
There on the fold of the paper was 7 digits. He had finally gotten her number. The girl he had dreamt about for weeks. And she seemed so in to him. But he never would have guessed who, or what, she really was.
Dallas
Poker
Studman6913
Paper plane
Cas
the fresh secent wafted into the air with every fold of the warm towles. It was Jane’s favorite chore. Surounded by warmth and plesent smells.
Muddy
uhmmm i really dont know what to write about fold. i fold clothes. Flexible people fold themselves. i wonder if midgets can fold themselves…?? LEMON WHORE!!! what the fuck??
Kendalll
I am moving in a straight line. Finally. No more gravitational pulls, I float through this vacuum propelled only by the momentum I built up in my own private atmosphere. I will stick to this trajectory.
r.a.
ummhm, one day you were walking through the park and you saw a piece of paper that said fold. So you folded the piece of paper and magically the letters ‘fold’ appeared again so you folded it. This repeated numerous times until you couldn’t fold anymore. When you finished folding, the paper went back to normal and said FOLD.
Mika
The folds close deeply into the night. The clouds are rolling in. Not a whisper is heard, no cries no sounds. I can not breath in this silence. I feel as if the words and all envirerments are simply fading away into nothing. I can feel nothing here. I can see nothing in this world. There is no life here that can not be crossed.
Jennifer Mohr
ummhm, one day youw alking thorugh the park and you fold a piece of paper that said fold. So you folded the piece of paper and magically the letters ‘fold’ appeared again so you folded it. This repeated numerous times until you couldn’t fold anymore. When you finished folding, the paper went back to normal and said FOLD.
Mika
i love folding clothes and writing about them all the time like in this story and typing as fast as i can. i love writign letters and placing them in the fold of a book for another person to find. this is kinda upsurd for having to write this much i am kinda getting bored
kyle
I folded a piece of paper into a crown. It was like, amazing. And I think I learned it from a napkin folding book. Yes, I did. My granny gave to me. She thought it was so neat. I usually do stuff for her just to make her happy, but I ended up liking it this time. Maybe I should try more new things.
Kristen
“Fold!” the wrinkled clothes demanded from the basket, but there was no time. There was no choice, as life got in the way again and again and the drawers sat quietly, empty, hopelessly waiting.
present
Pieces of paper crumpled and folded all together. Like a family. We all have our imperfections but we create something beautiful once folded into a majestic paper-crane.
Jenny
i folded my clothes as i heard the lonely song on the radio. Each shirt i folded felt heavier and heavier. i slid the pile of folded clothes into the dresser and pressed it closed. when I went to wear the bright blue shirt with the butterflies attached, I noticed the fold in it had become permanent and it was crazy to see how something I had done had become permanent.
ka55i
give up
em
Folding underwear and clothes. The feeling of folding under weight. Pressure or emotions. Fold what? Fold loses its meaning when said too much.
Emy
she tripped. she scanned the ground for the obstacle that caused her instability. but only found the cuff of her jeans as the culprit
g
ksesikwsou.resist.vges stous dromous.you are one of us
apotolo
wearing underwear will make you wince from which place you have to think, why worrty why when there is no way to fly. I think I’m stunted you say and not even I know why. where can all of these things be headed. I ce
mark
unfolding, folding. that was every single thing they ever did.
notes notes notes.
do you like me? check yes, or no.
no.
Natalie
I DON’T LIKE TO FOLD. Folding is bad, it wastes my time. I Prefer to watch the stars. I love gnocchi.
colk
Fold, to fold is obviously creating a crease in a material.
However my favourite meaning is summed up by “come into the fold”, meaning to enter an arena of (usually) battle or political argument.
Bloody fold.
Blegh
to fold one thing let it enfold you
senses fail
beds?
table
paper
papaer things
japannesse
aarrhhh
sushii!
pasta
bakery
out
thalia
shinkshinkshink
It was a matter of clean laundry and nothing was going to get in the way.
Blood stains be damned; she was getting this DONE today. It was getting ridiculous.
She splashed some more bleach into the bucket and winced; she didn’t really…want to stick her hands back in there, but no matter. She was reluctant but figured she couldn’t get any whiter.
Nitlon
i do not understand ben folds he is too coy also fold sounds like a dirty word like it sounds like a part of a penis, a part of an abnormal penis, like one that just isn’t well groomed, although I’m not sure how you groom a penis, I guess that is what circumcision is for, still the idea of a penis fold is pretty gross, I wonder if Ben Folds has penis folds, I wonder if he folds his own clothes, perhaps with his penis, perhaps using his penis folds. alright I’m running out of time.
Michael Chris Namba
Folding over and over, so many times.
I’m breaking; my edges torn, frayed, cracking …
Can’t you see it?
This is what I’ve become.
Are you guilt yet, or just waiting it out until your trial’s all through?
Either way, thank you for the years of nothing.
Thanks for bending me, and thanks for ending me.
The Anne Onymous
To crease a piece of paper into two or more parts. Cannot be done past 8.
To end something; to “fold.”
Many times over; “ten fold.”
Win.
Jordan
I folded the paper after I wrote the letter. I couldn’t believe it was over. My heart just broke a little with that last fold.
Betsy S.
paper will not fold over seven times. i cant ever fold my body over yours, its always yours over mine.
beth Kreinheder
Dlof.
If we all lived backwards we might just be disgusted with everything we ever had to do with the art of napkin folding, because it would be nikpan gnidlof.
I think it’s ugly, but I guess it could beautiful.
But it’s still uncomfortable.
Sarah Cham
you fold to see new things, on the other side. or you fold to make things go away. or you fold to hide something you don’t want someone else to see.
Maggi
“Fold the paper.”
“No,” I said.
“Fold it,” she repeated.
I looked at her, trying to stare her down, but I couldn’t. Still, I would not fold it.
“No!” I said, and tore the paper in half, then in quarters. I tried to rip it again, but she stopped me. She slapped me in the face then, and I was sent back to my cell.
Bernard S. Jansen
turning turning turning
broken!
help!
gotta fix fix fix
fetish.
I have a triangle fetish. Give me a piece of paper
and I will try so hard
I will long to just fold it
right into a beautiful
wonderful
godforsaken TRIANGLE.
I have never been more grateful for a motion
such as
folding
Triangle
I can fold sheets of clothes and paper i can be stuck in a fold I fold my money to keep it hidden i fold over certain sandwiches like wraps i can fold a flag for a death military style
Mark
Folding what? A pocket hankey perhaps? maybe a fold in a piece of paper. a crease? a fold in what?? Should i know? folding your body..flexibility maybe? hmmmm
Sarah Miller
to fold a piece of paper is to bend forests. It is the precursor to movement, not in the way the wind blows trees, but the way people move. Like locusts bending and fold nature.
Alex Steele
fold reminds me of folding paper or your life folding in on you when i see fold i think fold like things are coming in at you to quickly and you dont know what to do with yourself
I folded my napkin and placed it in my lap, as my mother told me to when I was five. I don’t think I’ve done that since I was five, now that I think about it. I must really be nervous.
After glancing up at her smirk again, I looked back down to the folded napkin. I don’t want to stare in the face of defeat. Not again.
shirt, sheep, clothes, laundry, seven time, vagina, flap, double, flip, crease, pants, slacks, blouse, dick, bend,
shirt, sheep, clothes, laundry, seven time, vagina, flap, double, flip, crease, pants, slacks, blouse, dick, bend,
There on the fold of the paper was 7 digits. He had finally gotten her number. The girl he had dreamt about for weeks. And she seemed so in to him. But he never would have guessed who, or what, she really was.
Poker
Paper plane
the fresh secent wafted into the air with every fold of the warm towles. It was Jane’s favorite chore. Surounded by warmth and plesent smells.
uhmmm i really dont know what to write about fold. i fold clothes. Flexible people fold themselves. i wonder if midgets can fold themselves…?? LEMON WHORE!!! what the fuck??
I am moving in a straight line. Finally. No more gravitational pulls, I float through this vacuum propelled only by the momentum I built up in my own private atmosphere. I will stick to this trajectory.
ummhm, one day you were walking through the park and you saw a piece of paper that said fold. So you folded the piece of paper and magically the letters ‘fold’ appeared again so you folded it. This repeated numerous times until you couldn’t fold anymore. When you finished folding, the paper went back to normal and said FOLD.
The folds close deeply into the night. The clouds are rolling in. Not a whisper is heard, no cries no sounds. I can not breath in this silence. I feel as if the words and all envirerments are simply fading away into nothing. I can feel nothing here. I can see nothing in this world. There is no life here that can not be crossed.
ummhm, one day youw alking thorugh the park and you fold a piece of paper that said fold. So you folded the piece of paper and magically the letters ‘fold’ appeared again so you folded it. This repeated numerous times until you couldn’t fold anymore. When you finished folding, the paper went back to normal and said FOLD.
i love folding clothes and writing about them all the time like in this story and typing as fast as i can. i love writign letters and placing them in the fold of a book for another person to find. this is kinda upsurd for having to write this much i am kinda getting bored
I folded a piece of paper into a crown. It was like, amazing. And I think I learned it from a napkin folding book. Yes, I did. My granny gave to me. She thought it was so neat. I usually do stuff for her just to make her happy, but I ended up liking it this time. Maybe I should try more new things.
“Fold!” the wrinkled clothes demanded from the basket, but there was no time. There was no choice, as life got in the way again and again and the drawers sat quietly, empty, hopelessly waiting.
Pieces of paper crumpled and folded all together. Like a family. We all have our imperfections but we create something beautiful once folded into a majestic paper-crane.
i folded my clothes as i heard the lonely song on the radio. Each shirt i folded felt heavier and heavier. i slid the pile of folded clothes into the dresser and pressed it closed. when I went to wear the bright blue shirt with the butterflies attached, I noticed the fold in it had become permanent and it was crazy to see how something I had done had become permanent.
give up
Folding underwear and clothes. The feeling of folding under weight. Pressure or emotions. Fold what? Fold loses its meaning when said too much.
she tripped. she scanned the ground for the obstacle that caused her instability. but only found the cuff of her jeans as the culprit
ksesikwsou.resist.vges stous dromous.you are one of us
wearing underwear will make you wince from which place you have to think, why worrty why when there is no way to fly. I think I’m stunted you say and not even I know why. where can all of these things be headed. I ce
unfolding, folding. that was every single thing they ever did.
notes notes notes.
do you like me? check yes, or no.
no.
I DON’T LIKE TO FOLD. Folding is bad, it wastes my time. I Prefer to watch the stars. I love gnocchi.
Fold, to fold is obviously creating a crease in a material.
However my favourite meaning is summed up by “come into the fold”, meaning to enter an arena of (usually) battle or political argument.
Bloody fold.
to fold one thing let it enfold you
senses fail
beds?
table
paper
papaer things
japannesse
aarrhhh
sushii!
pasta
bakery
out
shinkshinkshink
It was a matter of clean laundry and nothing was going to get in the way.
Blood stains be damned; she was getting this DONE today. It was getting ridiculous.
She splashed some more bleach into the bucket and winced; she didn’t really…want to stick her hands back in there, but no matter. She was reluctant but figured she couldn’t get any whiter.
i do not understand ben folds he is too coy also fold sounds like a dirty word like it sounds like a part of a penis, a part of an abnormal penis, like one that just isn’t well groomed, although I’m not sure how you groom a penis, I guess that is what circumcision is for, still the idea of a penis fold is pretty gross, I wonder if Ben Folds has penis folds, I wonder if he folds his own clothes, perhaps with his penis, perhaps using his penis folds. alright I’m running out of time.
Folding over and over, so many times.
I’m breaking; my edges torn, frayed, cracking …
Can’t you see it?
This is what I’ve become.
Are you guilt yet, or just waiting it out until your trial’s all through?
Either way, thank you for the years of nothing.
Thanks for bending me, and thanks for ending me.
To crease a piece of paper into two or more parts. Cannot be done past 8.
To end something; to “fold.”
Many times over; “ten fold.”
Win.
I folded the paper after I wrote the letter. I couldn’t believe it was over. My heart just broke a little with that last fold.
paper will not fold over seven times. i cant ever fold my body over yours, its always yours over mine.
Dlof.
If we all lived backwards we might just be disgusted with everything we ever had to do with the art of napkin folding, because it would be nikpan gnidlof.
I think it’s ugly, but I guess it could beautiful.
But it’s still uncomfortable.
you fold to see new things, on the other side. or you fold to make things go away. or you fold to hide something you don’t want someone else to see.
“Fold the paper.”
“No,” I said.
“Fold it,” she repeated.
I looked at her, trying to stare her down, but I couldn’t. Still, I would not fold it.
“No!” I said, and tore the paper in half, then in quarters. I tried to rip it again, but she stopped me. She slapped me in the face then, and I was sent back to my cell.
turning turning turning
broken!
help!
gotta fix fix fix
fetish.
I have a triangle fetish. Give me a piece of paper
and I will try so hard
I will long to just fold it
right into a beautiful
wonderful
godforsaken TRIANGLE.
I have never been more grateful for a motion
such as
folding
I can fold sheets of clothes and paper i can be stuck in a fold I fold my money to keep it hidden i fold over certain sandwiches like wraps i can fold a flag for a death military style
Folding what? A pocket hankey perhaps? maybe a fold in a piece of paper. a crease? a fold in what?? Should i know? folding your body..flexibility maybe? hmmmm
to fold a piece of paper is to bend forests. It is the precursor to movement, not in the way the wind blows trees, but the way people move. Like locusts bending and fold nature.
fold reminds me of folding paper or your life folding in on you when i see fold i think fold like things are coming in at you to quickly and you dont know what to do with yourself