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, August 5, 2015

the Hundred and thirty fourth story

Once upon a time there was a fairytale. She did not know whether she ought to have a moral or not. She did not know whether she ought to be funny or not. She did not know whether she ought to have a happy ending or not. She decided that "ought" was too hard, she would do whatever she wanted.

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