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.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

the hundred and twentieth story

Once upon a time there was a map who did not know where she was going.

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.

Saturday, July 18, 2015

the hundred and sixteenth story

Once upon a time there was a garden allergic to flowers.

Friday, July 17, 2015

the hundred and fifteenth story

Once upon a time there was a shy TV that hated to be looked at.

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.