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 17, 2015
The hundred and fourty third story
Once upon a time there was a bat afraid of heights. Flying wasn't a problem, somehow, but hanging upside down in the cave was awful. Eventually she found a stalactite that nearly touched the ground and held fast to its tip every night.
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