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.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
the two hundred and fourth story
Once upon a time there was a wolfpup who wanted to be a pop singer when he grew up. As he got older he found it harder and harder to hit the highest notes that he loved the most, but over time he got used to his more singer/songwriter style voice.
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