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, October 28, 2015

The Two Hundred and FIfteenth Story

Once upon a time there was a tall reed who enjoyed the caress of the wind, even when the wind wasn't really paying attention.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

the two hundred and fourteenth story

Once upon a time there was a fly who had a kayak. I mean- it was actually a leaf, but she called it a kayak, and it DID float.

Monday, October 26, 2015

the two hundred and thirteenth story

Once upon a time there was an anteater who made herself a pangolin suit using pinecone scales stuck together with sap. She had to move very carefully or it would fall apart, but it was worth it to her.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

The two Hundred and Twelfth Story

Once upon a time there was a candlestick afraid of getting burned.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

the two hundred and eleventh story

Once upon a time there was a love story who read the classics and then felt inadequate.

Friday, October 23, 2015

The Two Hundred and Tenth Story

Once upon a time there was a field of flowers who whispered to each other constantly. It was really just meaningless gossip, but anyone walking by would have thought the sussurations to be lovely music.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The two hundred and ninth story

Once upon a time there was a breeze who wanted nothing as much as she wanted a traveling companion. She picked up leaves, but they never lasted, she picked up feather and the would eventually fall, she picked up water droplets, but, in the end, it always rained.