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.

Monday, August 10, 2015

the hundred and thirty seventh story

Once upon a time there was an earthworm who wanted to grow into a butterfly. He thought that, maybe, if he did the cocoon part it would work, so he wrapped himself all up in dandelion fluff. He stayed put for what felt like forever, but then he got hungry and chewed his way out. He wasn't a butterfly, but somehow life was totally different, even so.

This was the very first of the Doves for-profit stories. The word they were given was "rebirth"

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