Once upon a time there was a letter who wasn't sure what sound she should designate.
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.
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, November 7, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
The Two Hundred and twenty fourth Story
Once upon a time there was a deer who truly believed, deep down, that his antlers were just tree branches that happened to stick to his head.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
The Two Hundred and Twenty Second Story
Once upon a time there was a dog who was secretly terrified whenever anyone mentioned that he and his friends were descended from wolves.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
The Two Hundred and Twenty First Story
Once upon a time there was a gourd who thought that the bright shade of yellow he was turning as he ripened must be the most beautiful yellow in all the world.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Sunday, November 1, 2015
The Two Hundred and nineteenth story
Once upon a time there was a bee who, tired of being a nameless bug in a swarm, began reciting little snippets of sonnets to the flowers she landed on, & eventually the whole field of clover looked forward to her visits, & her visits alone.
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