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.

Friday, July 31, 2015

the hundred and twenty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a tree. Slowly, year by year, she moved closer to a particular rock whom she very much loved. each year, she put out new roots to the left & none to the right.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

the hundred and twentyeighth story

Once upon a time there was a seagull. He could reach most of the sky & by diving he could reach the top of the ocean. He always wanted to go deeper.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

the hundred and twenty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a hawk. She could see the whole world. Everything she could not see did not exist. Of this, she was sure. She was less sure how the same things began to exist in the exact order they had once before, earlier.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

the hundred and twenty sixth story

Once upon a time, you existed. You did some things you were proud of, & some other things you weren't proud of. This is ok. There would be no story without both of these categories. I like you, regardless.

Monday, July 27, 2015

the hundred and twenty-fifth story

Once upon a time, there was a duck. He knew how to dabble & how to swim. He knew very little else. He preferred bagels to pond grass. He preferred warm water to cold. There are more bagels in northern lakes. What to do?

Sunday, July 26, 2015

the hundred and twenty fourth story

Once upon a time there was an unfathomable sadness. She knew, deep in her heart, that she wa too much to bear, so she flitted from one person to another, trying to protect them all, not realizing that it was only her leaving that really hurt her friends.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

the hundred and twenty third story

Preparing for a trip north to Labrador city (mentioned in at least one story previously typed up) I was looking for a roadmap. Not finding what I was looking for, I went to the library to ask the reference librarian if he had anything. He did a quick check, looked puzzled, and asked me to come back in fifteen minutes or so. On my return, I was met with this wall of a guffaw- the happiest, loudest sound that library could possibly hold, coming out of the most stereotypical, white fluffy haired tweed-jacketed old libarian.... I recovered, he recovered, I walked up to the desk as he settled on a reasonable giggle. I asked if he had found a map. He said that he hadn't but he'd done the research, and could draw me one. He slapped a blank sheet of paper on the desk, put one dot on it, labeled the dot "Labrador city" and then beamed at me, with the happiest, brightest, proudest smile I've seen in a long while.

Note- there are actually roads- there a few in town, and one from that town to another- but nothing one could use to drive from the US to the city.

Friday, July 24, 2015

the hundred and twenty second story

Once upon a time there was a clock who was tired of telling the same old time.

So she stopped.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

the hundred and twentyfirst Story

Once upon a time there was a lamp who loved the dark. You think this is a sad story, but it isnot- most lamps spend much of their time in the dark, and even if she could not create that which she so loved, she spent much time with it.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

the hundred and nineteenth story

Once upon a time there was a snake who loved the music of her own scales against any hard surface. No one knew it, but to her, every movement was a dance set to that song.

Monday, July 20, 2015

the hundred and eighteenth story

Once upon a time there was a little green monster afraid of her own shadow. She always faced towards the light. Sure, she didn't see everything, but she was never scared again.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Hundred and seventeenth story

Once upon a time there was a pond who loved the stars so purely that even on the stormiest nights, her surface remained unruffled in order to give their reflections somewhere quiet to sleep.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Thursday, July 16, 2015

the hundred and fourteenth story

Once upon a time there was a book who was desperatly afraid to give away her secrets. She was sure that, once someone had read her, they would judge her unworthy of the place the occupied on the shelf and would donate her to goodwill. Finally, after years of not being read, the folks at the library culled her for the yearly fundraising sale, where some kid picked her up on a whim. She ended up being his favorite book.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

the hundred and thirteenth story

 Once upon a time there was a llama who was always too cold, until one day the rest of the herd presented her with a sweater they'd had knitted from all their extra wool.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Hundred and Twelfth story

Once upon a time there was a stamp who had been abandoned in a drawer for years. Her denomination was no longer correct, and she had lost hope, but then some single cent stamps moved in, she made friends, and they all went traveling together.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

The hundred and eleventh Story

Once upon a time there was a thought. He flew around for years, looking and learning, before finally settling on a head he wanted to live in.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

The hundred and Tenth story

is an addendum to the ninety fifth story, written in the comments by the fantastic Andy Moerlein:

Sometimes, when it was an especially exciting shoot, he would use five or even EIGHT cameras to capture the moment. He was good at his job.

Friday, July 10, 2015

The hundred and Ninth Story

Once upon a time there was a train who was just terribly exhausted. Trains don't really take vacations. He talked to some other trains, and it turned out they wanted time off, too. The talked about it. They thought about it. They went on strike.

Thursday, July 9, 2015

the Hundred and Eighth story

Once upon a time there was a scarf who wished to travel. She spoke with a breeze, and they figured it out. She let go at just the right moment to catch a gust headed for the train platform. It took a lot of effort, and a lot of careful calculations, but she was able to skip from train to train and made it all over the continent.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

The hundred and Seventh Story

Once upon a time there was a pinetree who wanted to flower. He knew he couldn't do it on his own, so he made friends with a whole lot of colorful birds, and that was even better,

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

the Hundred and Sixth Story

Once upon a time there was a pacifist mousetrap. It would always get "stuck" when a mouse came for his cheese.

Monday, July 6, 2015

the Hundred and Fifth Story

Once upon a time there was a fly who had a very sensitive nose. He ended up joining a beehive, and spent the rest of his life sniffing flowers and honey.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Friday, July 3, 2015

the Hundred and Second Story

Once upon a time there was a song who wanted nothing more than to be sung by a violin. She went to the conservatory in the hopes of making herself some good contacts. She ended up intimately involved with a viola, but never did get close to any violins.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

the Hundred and First Story.

Once upon a time there was a whale who was a brilliant mathematician. You might not think that would be super useful for a whale, but he always knew exactly how long a boat would take to stop, and that turned out to be a lot of fun to play with.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The one Hundredth Story

Once upon a time there was a cloud. He loved nothing so much as laying around with the sun on his back, looking down at the hills, and trying to see shapes in the treetops.