Unedited Stories

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.

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

the hundred and Fourth Story

Once upon a time there was a calendar who could not stop thinking of the past.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

the Hundred and Third Story

Once upon a time there was a hammer with a headache.

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.