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, October 7, 2015

the hundred and ninety fourth story

Once upon a time there was a teapot and a sugarbowl who were very much in love, but the closest thing they ever got to touching was when you use the sugar from the bowl to sweeten the tea from the pot, mixing their insides on your mug.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The hundred and ninety third story

Once upon a time there was a raindrop who heard about all snowflakes being unique, but felt like a cog on a machine, and he hoped to freeze.

Monday, October 5, 2015

the hundred and ninety second story

Once upon a time there was a sculpture who thought that maybe if she stood really really still, no one would notice her.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Friday, October 2, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015