I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

The Ninety Second Story

Once upon a time there was a breeze who aspired to be a tornado. He was just always so angry, and he wanted to lash out. Luckily he met a nice young draft and after a while they settled down to gently traversing the continent together.

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